I miss you
It should hurt
Because you are miles away
But you have always been away so
Missing you is the only norm
I have ever known.
It is my go-to fuzzy cashmere
When rainy days call.

Now with kilometres converted
Into inches,
You are Here with Me
Literally Present

Out of the blue
Hot and cold flashes
Strike me
Like a surge
So my lungs fall short of air,
My feet tingles like a bell
As I ‘m subjected to arrhythmic
Thumps in my chest

And all I need is not the
Brown paper bag
In your hand but
MY FUZZY CASHMERE!!!!

©Belema.S.Ekine