Ghost of You

I curl up with my thoughts of you,

And your voice on the other end of the phone.
Merging the two together to form
Some temporary version of you-
Fictitiously at my side yet
Synonymously real and 322 miles away.
The pieces come together,
Placating my heart, body, and emotions
Until I see you again.
What I wouldn’t give to just be with you-
Living,
Breathing,
Laughing,
Talking,
Fighting,
Making up.
To sleep and wake to your scent-
Your touch.
Exist like that always.
But, for now,
Your ghost is enough to get me by-
Happily haunting everything I am,
Until fiction becomes reality once again.

Links to You

I want to write a sentence to explain

these feelings-
A verse so brilliantly woven
It spans the thin line between
What has already been experienced
And what is yet to come.
Words tightly pulled together,
Jumping from the page to
Grab you,
Pull you in by the piece of your heart
That steadies the beat of my own.
I want it to reach you,
Floating effortlessly over the
Space that lies between us-
Surrounding you in a sheath
Of my emotions.
And you will feel it around you.
When you’re walking.
When you’re laughing.
When you’re sleeping.
As you’re dreaming.
And you’ll think of me-
And smile…