I miss you. All my minutes last too long, particularly at night—while your pillow and I reach for each other and wonder... when will the scent of you come home to fill all these hollows? Then the phone sings, and the thump-thump, thump-thump... of my heart joins in, promising your voice and your face, saying now all is well.
On the screen, your eyessparkle with longing and love.I drink of your shine,taste the strength of our bond,and feel distance fade away.
detail from a photo by Pratik Gupta, on Unsplashfor Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #14: “silence is not a natural environment for stories”).