"I want to see you more I think
Than I can write with pen and ink"
these words are appropriate,
but meaningless to my plight.
I stare at a picture, not really seeing it
It is us, arms around each other, smiling.
I lean in close to you and I am
Deceived into thinking you are real.
That you are close enough to touch
To kiss, to hug, to love.
Close enough to stop my heartache
And all of my tears.
I can almost feel you here now.
You are close enough to smell
To surround me with your arms
and make me feel safe and happy
But you are not
and so my heartache
continues, my tears flow
because you are not
close enough
to stop my heart
from breaking.