I
It should be a sin
when everything is caving in
to feel your breathe
tracing whispers long my breasts

from what seems a
million miles away

and I play

the longest day away
thinking of you.

what do I do?

how do I get to
you…when I am here
you are there

some day
maybe we will share
all our some days.

II
Little girl lost as she took you
in her arms, her fear
of the other too great.
But she does wonder
what if her heart were free
had been free and she recalls
your head in your hands
and tears…she wanted
to sooth away your tears.

One more sleep and no more to mine eyes
will sadness creep. No more will the sighs
of lilting breath belay my heart’s inner depths
for only one more day do I miss my love, bereft.