apart

should i be ashamed?

for being real? for being human?

for feeling frustration?

i wish i could be strong all the time.

but i can't.

she is there.

i am here.

fragility in human chains.

the longing is deep.

to have her here for real. not just a visit.

forever.

she giggles on the phone, and we joke together and laugh and sing.

but she is there.

and i am here.

would that i could hug her tight.

would that i could read her a bedtime story.

would that i could tuck her in, and kiss her forehead and smile as her eyes droop sleepily.

but she is there.

and i am here.

apart.