How do I do this impossible thing?

You ask me to go on
with my life as if
nothing happened,
as if you weren’t
suddenly half a continent
away.

As if our already too
infrequent time together
wasn’t made impossible
by distance and circumstance.

It’s not that I have ever
needed to hold you,
but I need to be in
your presence.

I am a wildflower,
struggling through the
tangle of the wilderness,
aiming its face at the sun
bathing in the light and
glory of its radiance.

Love, I shall survive
though I cannot live.