The day we agreed that we
Are in a “relationship” and
We
Are now
Officially
Us
An internal struggle began
Sometimes
The four hundred mile distance
Between our homes
Creates an intense loneliness
That engulfs me
And the urge
To throw caution to the wind
Overtakes me
Thoughts of packing my truck
And heading north
Have to be resisted
Then
At other times
You feel so close
Like you are right here with me
Beside me
We are so connected
That the miles become irrelevant
And taking-our-time seems bearable
Thankfully
The feelings of closeness
Occur more frequently
Than those of loneliness
Otherwise I would be a complete
And total mess
E.A. Fussell
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