Miles away
I lay in a cold bed
Crying for her presence next to me
Begging the stars above to deliver her into my arms
Staring straight ahead blindly,
I wonder if she is dreaming of me
While I think of her so intensely
I feel as though part of me was packed away in the red suitcase
A half of my soul driven over by the tires of the bus that swept her so far away
Time slowly ticks by
The sound an agonizing reminder of the weeks to come before I can feel her perfect lips caress my own
Missing her no longer explains the deep yearning I am now experiencing
I crave those blue eyes more than the swirl of cigarette smoke leaving my lungs
Too far apart
An impossibly long wait
I ache for her soft body curled next to mine
Soon
But not soon enough
