We 'sit' together
but we don't. Do we?
We're at different desks in different homes in different lives.

Miles between us and an ocean for some.

Others don't always understand how you can miss what you can't touch or just BE with.

What I'd give to watch TV on the sofa with you all for a day. When you're sad I can't hold you or bake sweet things - nor can I chase away the threats and thoughts I worry that one day you will succumb to.

(and maybe we'd never know where you went.)

I miss you all with my whole being, with you I don't feel alone but when I hang up...I snap back to the reality that I can't reach you.

My brain will toy with all these ideas on how we could meet but you still aren't free and money does not come easily to me and I reach, and reach... and I...

...just miss you.