I can feel it.
The wind which caressed your face
brushes by me
and leaves me
breathless
again.
The miles are not real,
state lines and roads apart,
but not
in all the same.
The sun sets and I see
your face in the sky
and feel your arms
around me.
You are still so close.
Days pass
and we fly through the sky
while the moon bears its stolen light
onto the ocean floors,
and the waves carry your
laughter and your words
over the sand and grass and
into my ears and over my
mind
and the sun rises with
a gentle and calming touch
into my arms and over my
body
to start the day
and I find
that you are still
not so far away.

Everybody has questions.
Sometimes, our questions have questions.
Questions that haunt us;
questions that rid us of our sleep.
And we are all seeking for answers;
that little jigsaw puzzle piece
that completes the whole picture.
Some can easily be found;
others can take years, even ages.
And there are some that cannot be found at all.
That does not mean those answers were lost.
Sometimes, you are better off not finding it.
Maybe, you are not ready for it just yet.
Or maybe, just maybe; the answer is
right there in front of you.
But you choose not to see it;
because it is not the answer that you want.