I miss when we were one
one breathing creature,
watching television,
cooking side by side,
making love
and kissing after
hugging and holding and being glad
because I got over my phobia

I miss the feeling of being independent
not worrying about how far you are
and being able to think about ourselves for once
because we're not preoccupied by the distance

this year
how long will it be?
Christmas?
Christmas and I'll see you again
just six more months
good God

till then,  you will eat up my thoughts
till then, I'll go mad with wanting you
till we can be together and ourselves
I will simply breathe for you