I wrote this poem while sitting in my hotel room tonight, thousands of miles from home. The weight of your absence feels heavier with each passing day. I find myself reaching for my phone just to hear your voice, to bridge this impossible distance between us.
miles apart
I check the time zones on my phone again,
calculating the hours between us,
imagining you moving through our home,
the space emptier without me;
your morning coffee steams by the table,
the newspaper spread across our sofa,
your fingers tracing headlines i cannot see,
your sigh carrying across continents;
i wander through foreign streets at dusk,
passing couples with intertwined hands,
stopping at shop windows to find gifts,
each one a promise of my return;
the video call connects with a soft chime,
your smile breaking across the screen,
our words falling over each other,
time suspended in digital embrace;
sleep finds me with your photo on the phone,
dreaming of moonlight reflected in your eyes,
counting the days on the calendar,
distance measured in heartbeats until home;
