I never really understood
what it meant to
ache
with longing,
but now
I know.
I think too hard about
holding your hand
or kissing your lips;
sitting next to you on a train
or your couch --
or mine
and I feel it --
a sweeping pain.
Literal actual pain
from my teeth
to my stomach
to the tips of my fingers.
A reminder of how far my heart is stretched,
reaching for you.