another day,
far too far away.
like every other day away,
missing her.
but today the pull,
it feels too much.
far too far away,
far too much time gone by.
the tug too great,
the strings too taught.
too much it strains,
too little it feels.
yet far too much.
the waves of missing her,
crash through me.
the storm of being away,
like thunder through me cracks.
elastically, the days elongate,
snapping back to reality.
overwhelmingly, alone.
yet the tendons of love,
tightly hold,
solid the rock,
love, the foundation.
perfection.
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