Sometimes it hurts more.
Sometimes it's just a twinge.
Other times, well...

I feel everything
I can feel every inch of distance
Every second of time between us
I can feel all the moments we could be making
but aren't.

Life is short.
I realize this every time you say goodbye
and I have to go on waiting
until the next hello.

Are we wasting precious time?
Will we look back on these years and regret
living so far apart,
yearning so much,
feeling so much in our hearts
that could never be conveyed without a gentle touch?

Time is precious,
and some days it hurts more than others.