I can hear the rising and falling
of your chest
from continents away
even though you are not
that far
you might as well as be
my heart has no knowledge of time and space
if you are not in my arms
then you are not close enough
and I’ve been trying to find my place
in relation to the world and your life
I am a mere mortal
you are the sun
blaring down on my back
like a steady drum
I try to stare at you
but I cry
blurred image of you
is replaced in my mind’s eye
you leave me when I need you the most
at night
when my thoughts grow cold
and I’m forced to visit
the empty vessels
and broken ships
in my collection
of nightmares
you hang over me
like the temptation
of cocking this gun to my head
it does not matter if I get any better
or worse
you will not come back
the sun does not visit the night
no matter how many times
the wolf cries
instead it watches from afar
hiding safely behind the moon
i guess this is how its going to be
for the rest of forever
this is our positions
in the solar system