Feeling like I’m missing you.
Hoping you miss me too.
Thinking that you probably don’t.
Knowing if you did we’d be closer.
Wanting to be closer.
Day: September 30, 2020
The privilege is mine..
I loved you in ways that I still don’t understand.
There’s no way back and no road forward.
You’d get it if you heard that.
Some type of personal understanding I think we’ve shared.
Some connection that still breathes.
Across space and time.
Take care.