Sometimes it just feels so damn good to miss you like I do.
I smile to think how great it was when one and one was more than two.
Sometimes the longing keeps me close. But only now and then
does being oh so far away bring me back again.
At other times, I miss your face, your smile, your laugh, your touch.
I try my best to keep my heart from missing you too much.
A balance might be just okay. I'm not sure that I know
if wishes, thoughts, and forget-me-nots should find a place to grow.
If getting there is half the fun, is coming home the other?
Let's keep the faith until we meet and in our time discover
that all along we were as one; my heart was never far from you.
Nor yours from mine, I'll wager, love. Nor yours from mine, it's true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem