I can’t see you, I can’t touch you, but you are here. I lay in the sun and warm my bones, the sun is you, you are here on the grass, my hands rest against the grass.
We build, explore, grow- potential. You’re working, my mind is on you. What are you seeing, what are you holding, what are you thinking.
The whole world makes me wait for you, but I feel you on my breath, closer than so far away. Peace, aching soul, time does not listen to the heart.
My longing is stretched. I’ll sleep, and wake again when you’re by my side
looking at me, and we have a few real moments to last another day.
Kate Lunsford 
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