Distance

A sappy poem for some b***h who makes me smile (it's not sexism if she takes joy in being called one)

Listen to the sound her breath makes as she slumbers

Is she calm? Does she worry?

Perhaps both, perhaps neither

Does she think of you fondly, drifting further and further?

Both losing ourselves in pillows of thought

Are you happy?

Am I?

Is this both what we want?

The silliness 

The soppiness 

And those late night chats

Rare moments of seriousness

Punctuated only by the laughter that follows

Make me think of your eyes

How you shine like moonlight sparkling

And though I lie here in darkness

Wide awake, my eyes are open

And so I think of you

Holding you 

Feeling you 

Stroking your hair

But I don’t

Cause I can’t 

So I continue to listen...

All these things that I say are but thoughts in my mind

And your head, though amazing 

Lies on a pillow, far away

And yet, I can hear you

You breathing’s nearly snoring

You’re not quite asleep

But you’re not quite awake

I thought of hanging up, calling it a night

“Keep talking. I like it. Talk me to sleep”

And so I do I keep talking

Deep into the AM

I talked nothing but rubbish

Nonsensical bollocks

But only for you

Cause you told me “Keep going”

And my mind was at ease

My voice made you happy 

Your voice kept me sane

And now I hear you sleeping down the telephone line

I smile a wry smile

I’m happy you’re resting

But I dare not say a word

I’d hate to wake you up 

And so once again I’m listening...

My mind begins to wonder

How different life would be

How happy, mad or crazy

Were you right here beside me

Head resting on my chest

But finally I say goodnight

So as the line goes dead, I mutter...

Long distance is a  b***h