his banner over me
Without him, the days have become shorter.
I never wish time away but I am grateful
for the quickly passing hours.
I hear my voice loud inside of my head,
writing letters to him without
saying any words at all.
I vow to write him every day that I am
not with him. Even if pen never
touches paper or fingers to keys,
my heart is writing one thousand
sonnets all in his name.
I have moments of sudden longing,
where I feel as if he is with me,
beside me, breathing into me.
It makes my heart stop all of its
beating, if only to be quiet
enough so that I can hear his whisper.
Love is a soft and tender thing,
that breaks my skin like
pebbles skimming across the sea.
My body ripples and plunges back into
darkness.
In my ache, I need to feel him through me.
Countries separate the miles between his
hands and my body.
I bury my face in the smell of his old
shirt, and move my fingers inside of me
until my cries are hushed by
soft whimpers.
This is what love has done to me.