The love of my life.
O – how do I miss you.
And your round inquisitive blue eyes.
And the gold frame of locks around your porcelain face.

Hundreds of miles separate us.
But our conversation brings me to your side.
When we questioned the cosmos,
And contemplated unearthly realms.

Life was eroding,
I took steps in the wrong direction.
Perhaps if I stayed, you would have fixed me.

Our time together was short.
But our story is never-ending.

My heart yearns for you, O' Georgia.
And the art on your skin.
And the geography of your body.

My mind wanders to a time where we reunite.
And a time where I never leave.
Could they be the same?