As you read this, know that I am only far away from your reach. But I have left my heart and soul like a weight upon my pillow. The wound in my chest will never close until I am back within the comfort of your touch. The indent you see there is a result of the heaviness that has settled like sand along the bottom of an immense ocean. The pressure of 47 nights without your breath, your warmth, your scent, presses down oppressively.
Suffocating
me with this distance between us. Now my days will be ruled by the incessant beat of each minute until I hear your voice and see your face.
Through the static of 10,ooo miles, my ears will strain to catch every cadence of your voice. My eyes will stretch taut to extract every grainy portion of your beauty. My fingers will tingle with the loss of the silky smoothness of your skin. These lips will never know the softness of another kiss. My palm will ache like the memory of phantom scars, of each harsh stroke across your flesh.
Reflections like a sword will pierce my side with each breath I take. Vinegar & water I will partake to quench my insatiable thirst for your skin.
Bear those bruises with pride My Precious. For although they may fade in the unstoppable progress of time, my love for you will only grow.
I will return.
I will stay, forever
Your One
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