It is so hard to be this far away from you.
It sucks because you seem to be doing just fine with it.
Your ‘out of sight, out of mind’ approach is the complete
opposite of my ‘I need your voice, your face, your text daily’ approach.
It sucks. Level 1.
You have called me impatient.
I have agreed.
Mainly because I know life is short, and unfairly unpredictable
so why not seize all the hello moments available to you and for you?
It sucks. Level 2.
How come you can go a full 24 hours without reaching for me,
yet, for me, it feels like my oxygen supply is dwindling faster than
an intentionally deflated balloon hurtling down from the sky,
releasing that painful sound of ‘I know I am crashing’!
It sucks. Level 3.
I release that sound these days quite often,
because I am missing you, missing us
and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.
My mind runs the creative gamut, imagining that this is how
our ‘us’ will end, strangled out by the lack of attention from you.