D i s t a n c e.
How does something this difficult,
With every repetitive moments –
Like the endless hugs & kisses
at departure gates
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,
I will wait for you, my darling;
and I will wait for you.
Taking a (very bad) stab at writing turned poetry. & swirly thoughts.