Apart by miles
feel more connected
than when
sitting in front seat
with you.
Missing how we used to
glide with the
undertone of breezes
long elongated
wing spans
but now all of a sudden
we do not
anymore.
I so miss
the gliding
when side by side our wings
were open and still
just flying
through space
so sweetly connected.
Now physically apart
I do not feel
deeply connected
at all.
You are about
to get on
your airplane
again and fly
off away-
far away
where time is different
and so is weather-
so yet again
I am required
to be separated.
I do not think this time
you will call
to say I miss you.
ShapeYou may call
out of habit
but do not eject
any sweetness
from you.
You want to be
constructed with whatever
you chose to dish out.
I must play by
your rules
Carved by you.
Feeling so raw
and unfed.
If I read you this poem,
you will I imagine
brush it off
and away.