Distance

We have been taught that distance is simply a way to measure the space between two things.
A space that can circumference the globe or a space that is as tiny as the tip of a needle.
But how can you measure the distance between two hearts that crave to be near one another?
There is no distance that can be measured when the hearts grow hungry for the one it desires.
Whether it’s in the room next to you, the state on the other side of the continent or a heart that is no longer among us, the distance is agonizing and painful.
The physical distance isn’t what makes us hurt or long.
It’s not the fact that we can’t see them or touch them when we want.
The pain is a piece of us dwindling away because we don’t feel whole.
A pain because we know where we belong and where they need to be.
Whether it’s a job, a vacation, an unforeseen circumstance or the mere fact that maybe they are unaware of our affection, it doesn’t lessen the anguish.
Distance isn’t just the measure of how far apart you are from someone, it’s the measure of how far you’ll go to be with them.

Sleep

He still wakes in the middle of the night reaching for her; calling out her name.
Regret haunts his dreams and the echoes of remorse are so loud that he can’t remember the last time he slept through the night.
He’ll roll over and clutch the pillow where she’d lay her head in hopes of finding a strand of hair or the smell of her perfume.
But it’s been so long that all there is are cold patches of sheets and an empty place in his heart.
He just tosses and turns while memories play in his head like old black and white movies.
He sits up and for a second he sees her walking through the doorway wearing his t-shirt.
It’s never her but only shadows playing cruel tricks on him.
He reaches for the phone time and again but he knows she won’t pick up so he sits there just staring at the numbers hypnotized by thoughts of the countless hours they spent talking when they were apart.
He would give anything to hear her voice once more whisper “good night” as she faded off to sleep on the other line.
His nights are spent alone and all that keeps him company while he tries to sleep are the reminders of his mistakes and the memories of the one he’ll never forget.

Let it happen

The truth about love is that it’s simpler to find than what we realize.
The truth is that it can be found anywhere and everywhere.
It doesn’t hide under a rock or at the end of the rainbow.
It doesn’t need to be watered like a plant or fed like a child.
Love is actions and words rolled up into a feeling that we crave to feel.
We yearn to give it and to receive it.
But yet we fight it unintentionally and intentionally.
We seek it where we know we won’t get it from and we run from it when it comes from someplace we don’t wish to go.
Love isn’t difficult.
We choose to make it difficult.
We choose to stand in our own ways and to help love fail.
We need to be open to it, embrace it and to simply let it happen.
When we can do this then we can learn to find true love.