Waking to a gentle breeze
Rolling in your rumpled linens
Kissing through the afternoon

Or lounging cradled in your arms
With coffee and the crossword puzzle
Humming to a bluesy tune

I’m three thousand miles
From you


I miss walking in the neighborhood
Trading all our daily stories
Basking under a sky so blue
Or shopping at the corner store
Then puttering around the kitchen
Simmering a homemade stew

I’m three thousand miles
From you

You are effortless deliciousness
Redolent of soap and sand
You unravel all my ancient riddles
Open them beneath your hands

Your hands on my skin
our breathing
the scent of two


Now I’m waking to a car alarm
Weaving in and out of strangers
Sprinting for the three or two
I’m always in a hurry here
Eating standing in the hallway
Feeling empty through and through

I’m three thousand miles
From you