I am so torn up right now.

If Only

The shingles beneath our bodies are rough and damp, and angled steeply enough that shifting position means danger. I reach out to touch your face, gently stubbled and glowing a soft cream in the crisp moonlight. The midnight sky, awash with stars, seems to urge your arm on as it curls around my waist, the constellations to nod encouragement when I lay my head upon your chest.

There we lie, untroubled, content simply to exist, with no wishes or requests to make of God or anyone---just a hope that maybe we'll see a shooting star.

We spot two.


But that was only a dream.

Now you are far away, separated by years and by distance, by mountains both physical and spiritual. Such a complicated, convoluted, all-ensnaring mess, and all for the simplest of longings, the gentlest of desires.

All I want, just once, is to hold you, and for you to hold me back. Just this. Nothing more.

Just one wish, if only it could be.

Words by PoeticProcrastination
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Written on 2008-07-22 at 05:37

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Rob Graber
Being apart is hard. Touchingly penned!