For you, on the other side of the door
A world away – how are you?
I miss you terribly, so you should stay
Right where you are or I’ll eat you up.
Just kidding, please come in?
(That’s a joke, I know you can’t).
I look out the window for the longest time and
The trees are going gold and the sky is going
Blue and the street is tarry ash. I think of
Your skin and your eyes and your hair. Then,
A great gaping hole opens up that I nestle in
Like a bird in an egg. In that dark place I am
Reborn in fond remembrances, tapping on the shell
Of your painted eyes. I miss the image of you;
The changed, blurred image of you on the back
Of my retinas. I see you from the inside-out,
The exo-skeleton of my crazed imaginings but
You are on the other side of the world
A door away – and how terribly I miss
Being able to know you from a breath away.