The distance is painful,

The waiting
For a sign of life
For an answer to the calls,
Is tearing bits and pieces from me.
Until there is nothing left.

The regret
For that last kiss not given
For those words unspoken,
Is holding me to the ground.
Pressing the air from my chest.

The uncertainty
Of our next meeting
Of our future together,
Is freezing the blood in my veins
Making it impossible to move.

And while I replay conversations
In my head
And dream about days we might spend
together.
And while I re read your letters
For the hundredth time
And paint our future
In bright, vibrant colours,

The distance is painful,
A constant voice in the back of my head,
An endless torture,
Draining the life from me.

Tell me,
Why would anyone put themselves through that?