No, not perfect
I keep thinking in cliches
But they work so well:
We've the distance, the restlessness, the longing
Of those yet to meet...

And when we can't sleep
I tell myself that we see the same moon,
That makes my heart slow just enough
To not feel it breaking.

Tonight I want an after image to comfort me,
Fingers entwining with yours
And hearing your heart and your breath relax-
The closeness of two lover's hearts.

Someday I wish to see you with
A daydream in my eyes,
Pouring everything I need to say
Onto your skin,
A balm...