D i s t a n c e.

How does something this difficult,

becomes easier?

With every repetitive moments –

Like the endless hugs & kisses

at departure gates

or,

the holding of tears, threatening to spill

at every goodbye;

Do we lose the pull of gravity

little by little, each time?

A vicious cycle.

But the cracks in the ring,

they are showing.

It is only a matter of time;

until the circle breaks.

& my heart will finally be free to come home,

with you.

 

I will wait for you, my darling;

            and I will wait for you.  

 

 

 

Taking a (very bad) stab at writing turned poetry. & swirly thoughts.

 

Toodles. ♥