The yards between us

The thoughts of you play ping-pong while on a trampoline as I stay awake for the third time this week. My flash aches for your fingers to navigate their way over it as if you're a prospector. It's nights like these where I can only dream of what having you near me all the time might be like. Watching you be, smile, laugh or just make a silly joke that only us get. Like the world is watching us. As if our interactions are a captivating series and I watch you as if you're the whole world and I just can't get enough of it as i learn something new about it everyday. But the yards between us keep me only wishing and dreaming, missing your hugs that feel like home and being bathed in your scent as if it's the oasis that contains the secret ingredient to my self pride and bravery. How I long for you my dear? How I wish I could walk across the room to be next to you. It's nights like these that are hardest. Where wind has read a new book about love and is narrating it to the leaves, ajar doors gently slamming against frames as if it's an inside joke they can't get enough of. Where rain has come to visit earth between his shift at work and even though there isn't enough time has brought her flowers and stole a kiss to be able to continue with his day. How I wish to understand the wind, to tell it how much I miss you and have it get the message to you faster than I could ever say it. To be like rain to earth, to leave you with a rainbow each time i step out. There seems to not be enough words to properly articulate it but I wish you were here and that these yards between us were around us, allowing us to stay embraced in each other's arms.