Like a simcard snapped in two,
my heart, for thee, it splinters.
While summer solstice holds you close,
I wait through endless winters.

Golden skin in Roman baths,
I swoon but from a distance.
Close my eyes - heart beats heavy.
I want you here this instant.

With no more ways to fill my time
in transit I must write you.
This poem proves quite clumsily
it's you that I am into.