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Long Distance Love: A Poem for the Man I Miss

Updated on October 17, 2017
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A is an introverted Math teacher with writing as her solitude.

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I woke up at 4 am

and the thought of your smile and your voice lingers in every part of me.

I tried to sleep, it's too early.

I can't.

I don't want to.

I can't sleep without having to tell you how

I woke up wishing you were brushing my hair with your hands;

brushing my heart with your smile,

wishing your voice is the first melody I will hear in this new day.

I can actually tell you this

so read my text when you wake up.


I slept at 5 am.


I woke up again at 7 am

and the thought of your smile and your voice lingers in every part of me.


It's 10 am and I'm outside my house.

I thought of you today as a ghost

that follows me wherever I am.

Setting camps and goosebumps and fires and flickering lights

in my haunted mind and heart

feeling yourself at home here

just to scare me from the absence of your touch.


It's 1 pm when I realized

I do not care if you seem like a ghost

I cannot complain

How can I?

Here I am,

envying your shadow

that follows you.

envying your shirt, your bag, your phone,

envying them for they are with you

while I am here

somewhere else.


It's 2 pm and the weather is too hot.

I wonder if you drink enough water.

I wonder if we can both escape where we are,

meet ourselves halfway to some place,

and together scream at this heat

this heat that occupies only a small percentage

compared to the warmth our hearts yearn for each other.

I wonder if we have enough voice to scream

to the injustice of our distance and our place and our time.


It is still hot at 3 pm.

I wonder if you drink enough water.


It is 5 pm and yeah, we really can't escape

because reality is a wall with a Joker painted on it.

I never knew I wanted to smash a wall

or a Joker

until I have thought of it that way.

I wanted to destroy that wall

maybe if I create enough damage

it will beg me to stop

through its smiling wrecked face

and it will gave me all the parts of you.


It is 7 pm when we exchanged texts.

I badly wanted to enchant a spell

or any magic

that will change the words from the phone

to the actual physical, smiling and talking you.


The magic still doesn't came at 10 pm

when we decided to sleep.

I can't.

I don't want to.

I have to, but I don't want to.

Because the thought of your smile and your voice lingers in every part of me.

I miss you.

I miss you everyday I'm not with you.

I miss you from the second we part.

I miss you and it aches within my bones.

I miss you.

I don't know the time when I fell asleep

but the thought of your smile,

the thought of your voice,

and you, all of you,

lingers in every part of me.

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      AI Reese 4 weeks ago from Philippines

      Thank you, Laura! I wish life is good for you whatever it is that is in your life right now.

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      LuluutiqueII 4 weeks ago

      My heart aches from reading this. I understand completely, except my lover and I are... no more. Such a beautiful poem!