I cannot remember the last time

I’ve seen

Heard

Felt you

From so far away.

Thousands of miles felt entirely different—

Than this—

The look in your still-, always-

Beautiful eyes

Just a few feet away from mine.

You ask me what I need

As if you don’t expect me to say—

As if you truly don’t believe—

That, whether I can stammer it out

Or not

The answer is ‘you’.

For I had, still have

Everything else in and from

All those lonely years

I lived knowing—you were all

I needed to bind this too-short life

Together, and make it whole.