Poem for Day 111 – 20150421
How can I say I miss you
when we've never met?
How can I miss your touch
while miles stretch between us?
The days pass, too many to count,
you've been important in my life,
since time long ago, and still I wait,
I am here and you are there.
I've never heard your voice,
not even a whispered mutter,
but your words echo loud in my mind,
substitute for vocal utterings.
Your welfare matters to me,
though we have no shared interests,
other than a desire for the best
to be visited up you distant companion.
Our mutual future is still unknown,
and yet I plan, or should I say long,
for us to continue on, miles separated,
while I continue to miss you.
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