#19: The Inner Workings of Being Away From A Loved One

I can't sleep. The way I remembered your face -that image - seems to be holding me hostage and pulling my eyelids open in opposite directions. While I want and need to rest, part of me doesn't want to allow that image to disintegrate, to dissolve into tiny dust particles for me to piece together when we meet again. I don't want that. I want the real thing - the real you. Perfect imperfections and all. So, until I can feel the warmth of your being, the permeating waves of your voice, the earth's movement when you walk, I will lay here, walk here, be here, scream and think here... sad, quiet, incomplete and awake.

Love Gogi