Far - Distance

The word far is too short for me to spell.

But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.
And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

I lost count

the minutes, the hours, the day

you put me here

— in my own mind

wondering

Am I still the one

or just, another one.

Every time, every time you go,
It's like a knife that cuts right to my soul.