I wish there was a way
to say I miss you from right next to you
my voice so close you can hear
the longing, my breath fanning
against your neck and
my hand inside your hair
too much longing gets lost in the distance
for the words to mean much without
you seeing my face;
that I mean it
I mean it always,
miss you whenever
I get up in the morning and have no one to talk to,
when I
go to the movies by myself
to practice being alone
when I cook too much again and
keep thinking about if you’d have liked it
when I scroll past
our chat in the phone
I miss you in the small moments like an aside
I miss you in the life events I always thought we’d share
I wish there was a way
to cross the distance daily
just to see you, at least
once per day
to fiddle with a strand of your hair
while you sleep and whisper
I miss you
in the air