pieces

the long wash



fingers, ours, bridge

the long gap of space,

of sighs.



at the end

of this button-press

i almost feel yours,

your fingertips,

against mine.



a simple thing, among

many we ache for.



a world away from you.



and we have waded

a world of waiting

completely around and

back to waiting again.



but i do it, gladly

with hope and love,

longing. i would crawl



if i had no arms, no

legs to crawl with, i would

find a way to move

across the between

to get to you.



if it took eternity,

i would endure it



just to have you, your face

the last thing in my

eyes before they

closed. the salt

of your name, your kiss

the last taste on my lips

before time washed away

every flavor.



your hand, your fingers,

your fingertips in mine

as the great dark of never

swept us both away.











bittersweet



we know the distance

of a long evening.



the sharp way forever

bites and kisses

at the same time.



its familiar eye-sting.



how seconds stumble

so slowly and hours

whisk past before

they're caught tight.



the way easy

gets harder.

the times hard

is so easy.



how whole feels

half, and the universe

of a heart can hang

on tiny words:



i'm coming

to you.

soon.