A frustration sometimes builds
The longer distance seems to stand
It’s difficult to live in the present
When there are so many days that pass
Where I can’t hold your hand
Nor am I able to kiss your face
And see for myself
That everything is really okay.
All I have to wane this sensation
Is to plan for the next time
When I can linger in your prescence
Feel my inner peace manifest
With returning back home
To your familiarity and comfort.
©AyalaRain