And the tears streaked my irises like the rain drops on the window pane as the train tracks led me far, far
away from you.
And all I wanted to do was to stop this train; stop this eternal ticking of time; stop this distance
and crawl back home into you.
And all I could taste was the smell of your skin and all I could see was the beauty of your voice
yet all that surrounded was complete vacancy.
And all I want to do was to bridge this gap; to colour in this distance etched between us. All I want is to break these in-between moments between now and two weeks away. I’m desperate for your voice to be closer than a crackle down the wireless and your smell to be stronger than the linger of your old sweater. I want your hands to be more than muscle memory.
And I want, more than anything else, for your embrace to remain something unbroken.
But I will carry on chasing you, and I will build a bridge between these miles which stretch their arms between us. And I will embrace the time constrained conversations like the arms that will soon envelope my waist.
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