It’s been so long
and distance
does it change things?
And
have things changed?
Time
seems to me
the epitome of change
and I let it pass
so freely
so selfishly
not really so willingly..
But explanations are
weak
pitiful
and mirror how I feel
about it all.
Because oh dear
I miss you
and I love you!
And though I wish
I could take myself back
to when so much time
had not passed,
I wish, now,
it would pass
a bit more freely.
I wish the clock
would tick a little quicker.
Because I want you home
and I want the familiarity
of your hand in mine
and your arms around me
playfully.
You mean so much to me
I’m waiting