Across The Country.

The fact that you'll be gone noon tomorrow is unsettling. 

It makes my stomach uneasy, 

and my mind flip, 

and my head spin, 

and my heart thud, 

and my whole body just aches in longing for you to stay. 

Why why why why why

I think of all the times we've been together 

and I wish they could've lasted longer

and the number of words we exchanged were greater

and the hugs we shared were tighter.

When I'm with you, 

your touch is electricity 

and when you speak I hear a breath of fresh air. 

How am I supposed to survive 

if my breath of fresh air is across the country? 

I already miss you and you're not even gone yet. 

Hell, I missed you the last time I saw you

just because I knew you would be gone

And I tried cherishing every second of that day 

but knew it would never be enough 

to keep myself from asking the why why whys after you've left. 

It kills me to think that you'll be happy there 

and I'll be the one suffering more. 

You want to go back 

and you want out of this jail cell of a city 

and you're going to be perfectly better off.

But I won't. 

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Whoever said that is a little crazy

but a lot correct.

The absence of you will make my heart grow fonder...

but when a heart is broken in two, which do you feel?

The jagged split, 

or the little bit of fondness gained somewhere in one of the halves? 

Personally I think I'm fond enough of you.

I am already so fond of you 

that I count down the days to see you even if its only a few. 

I am already so fond of you 

that I see reminders of you in nearly everything. 

Now they're going to be painful reminders that tug at my heart 

and hiss "he loves you, he loves you not." 

And I'll almost believe the latter.

The more fond I am, 

the more I wish you weren't leaving at all

and I can't help but wonder

if you'll be thinking of me at all

while you're gone.

How am I supposed to enjoy the summer if I can't enjoy it with you 

and you won't be back till its gone? 

Every day up until then is just going to be one big sigh. 

Why do I even try anymore 

when everyone good in my life just leaves? 

I just look forward to when you come back

and I hope not much will change between now and then. 

I just look forward to that moment we can finally lock eyes again 

and I'll run towards you 

and you'll give me a giant bear hug that makes up for everything. 

And it'll be more meaningful that time 

because hopefully etched in between our bound embrace 

will be your words saying 

"I'm back, lovely, and I missed you too."

Reviews

[Dan Fite, Jr.]

This poem is one I can relate to. One of my dearest friends had to move from our home, Alabama, all the way to Germany last year. It broke my heart, and it broke her's to leave all of us behind. Then, this past summer, she was expected to come home and stay here. However, she and her family ended up having to move again, this time to Singapore. It was blow to us all. I remember cherishing every moment I was with her while she was home, both before Germany and when she came home before she moved to Singapore. So yeah, this poem is really good. It really does illustrate the feelings of a friend moving away well. I loved it!

[mess of gorgeous chaos]

Thank you very much! And thank you for your own connection- very emotional and touching story. Hope your friend is enjoying Singapore and that you're doing good back in Alabama!

[sayed Mudasir Ali]

Lovely epic poem and lots of feeling pouring on your words and it must be a true story of your life.

[mess of gorgeous chaos]

Yes it is, thanks!! :D