Apr 19, 2017
Patience
there is a tension in the feelings
that come from my mouth
as if after every other word
is silence begging volume--
“i miss you” cannot possibly be enough
to fill the space
between “i’m” and “okay.”
but darling
today
i am okay
because i have spent so much time
looking up at the stars
and they have spent so much time
looking down at me
and what can this distance matter,
how could it ever hope to measure up,
when all of a sudden the night sky
i have always yearned for
now stands 5′3,
tastes like laughing until you can’t breath,
fills me with contentment, with joy,
fits perfectly
snuggled up
against my chest?