When the distance finds you yearning,
when your heart is in dispair,
when your mind is constantly waundering,
to the one that isnt there.
To remember their voice is heaven,
to remember their taste is gold,
and to know it is you they also miss
the one they are wishing to hold.
The time seems to pass so slow,
when in that moment we exsist.
But how quickly it seemed to disappear.
and those precious few moments we miss.
Weep not heart in love,
for your suffering doath but end
when the one you miss returns
and the distance doath mend.
Author notes
I have a friend with this feeling, and yet as the author I understand the feeling all too well myself. I wanted to help her understand I knew how she felt and that she'll be ok in the end
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