Are you drifting from me?
Or am I drifting from you?
The seas are against us and I fear
I will soon be a dot on your horizon,
the same dot at the end of a question mark
that may be forever left unanswered.

We are all just wicks
clinging to the light as we burn
through time,
yet no candle
can burn forever.

If I get used to
your touch then
I fear I would not be able
to let you go.

I hope you win all the
wars you keep to yourself-
the ones you tell
no one about.

Sometimes I stop
and remember you.
I remember what it was like
to hold you, to see you smile,
and I smile just thinking about it.
I don’t want to stop thinking about you,
writing about you, sighing for you.
I long for the day I can
call your name once more and
you come running back into my arms.
I want to always be there for you.

Sometimes I wake and
remember you like a sunflower
remembers the sun on a stormy night.
Indeed, your sunlight blessed
the garden of my soul and
left life and joy in its wake.
The warmth of your touch,
the illumination of your smile
blooms a thousand sunflowers
that make up this soul.

Nevertheless,
I keep on writing to the dream
of what I imagined
we would share.