Will I miss you from a distance?
In some far off remote
time is of the essence
yet it grows and grows
behind the answers
dwindle like dust into
the wind it goes forever
caring my heart
with it
Won't you read this
on a Friday and wonder
if it's still you that
my heart pines far
even though, I made
the move for both of us
to loneliness and longing,
am I destined for it?
Oh god, how I do
miss you
every night and
every morning
and every time the
damn wind
blows
