Every second that ticks by feels like time is taunting me.
I wonder if you’re watching the clock too, awaiting the next moment your hands reacquaint themselves with my skin.
I have gone far beyond ‘I miss you,’ and far beyond ‘I want you.’
This is need, this is craving, this is losing myself in dreams just so I can hold you.
I still get butterflies in my stomach when I hear your voice the same way I did the first time our lips touched.
I don’t know if you paid attention to how hard my heart was beating, but if you did, then you know exactly how bad I have it.
And nights like these are the worst, when I wish to feel your heartbeat, only to be greeted by the pillow your head should be resting on.
The only thing that keeps me going is the idea that someday these miles won’t be so problematic anymore.
We’ll repeat this shattering cycle as many times as we need, coming together and breaking with every pair of flights until one day, one of us will fly in to see the other and have no need to go back out.
In time, this distance will be nothing but a memory.
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Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: Write about a long distance relationship (via
maxwelldpoetry)