After a twelve hour drive
I could truly feel
every mile between us.
Leaving was already hard,
but feeling myself get
further and further from you
hurt more than I ever
thought it would; thought it could.
700 miles doesn’t feel that far
until you actually travel it
and have to race away
putting every mile between us.
Before my trip,
the distance was but nothing
but now 700 miles feels
impossibly far away.
And far as it feels,
at least distance is measurable.
The real pain comes from
how far into time it will be
until I see you again.
Because that is something
that I just don’t know.
I long more than anything to see your eyes
than I long for the end of grey winter skies.
At night I toss and turn; I agonize
of the thought of when the opportunity will arise
for us to be reunited under the same Ohio skies
will come again.
I can’t wait for the moment to come! A reprise!
My excitement I cannot desguise.
I look forward to gazing at you and to no surprise
feel my whole life that I’m enduring paralyze
except for the hundreds of butterflies
you stir up within me.
Looking into your captivating eyes
reminds me of the beauty of a sunrise
and the feelings that I now realize
the sharing of with you would be unwise
unless I’m seeking out my final demise;
but my how you just undo me.
It’s much easier to do the leaving
than to be the left behind.
While you are all off to do
all new things
in all new places
with all new people,
I’m left with the same life
I’ve lived for many years before
except it’s different now
because you’re not here
to experience it with me.
Not a lot of exciting things happen to me
that you haven’t heard of lived before
but I get to hear all your exciting
stories from around the country
and realize how stuck I really am.
I’m glad my friends get to go on
such exciting adventures, I am.
But sometimes they don’t realize
that in the wake of their new experiences
I am left behind with no one
to do something as simple as
get a coffee with
because my closest best friend
is at now four hours away
and that makes life very lonely.