Reaching for You
I carry you
even as the distance greatens-
the ache in my heart burdens,
but I can never let you go.
Your name sits waiting,
on the back of my tongue-
waiting to call it one last time
before it’s gone.
Nights are the worst,
the feeling of your presence next to me
remains in my heart,
even as I try to forget it.
As I keep reaching you,
my fingers close on empty air-
only the echo of silence,
a wound left open.
I hold my hands out again anyway,
because maybe-
just maybe,
the next time I reach,
it will be
You.