Tell me,

when you say goodnight,
do you sense touch drifting,
like whispers

fading, softer away,

distance spread
over dreams sprinkled

with mile markers
ascending in number
and I’m counting backwards,

I’m desperate in need
to feel something…

to feel you.

This darkness
more than I can bear

when you are out of reach
and I’ve miles to go before the dawn…

BAN June 20, 2015 10:23 pm