Distant World

I wonder what
you’re thinking about
right now.
Maybe you’re traveling
over a book
while watching the sun set
upon the horizon,
or maybe you’re writing
a new tragic story
there by the auburn sea
while waiting for the moon
to rise up.
This distance that separates us
breaks me into pieces –
like the sand that slips
into the spaces
of my fingers –
I’m losing every
part of me.
I wish you were here with me
to join me waiting
for the stars to come out
one after another,
but no –
we’re beyond miles apart.
Maybe by now,
you’re reading a love story
while holding the hands
of your lover,
maybe you’re watching
the sunset
at the shore together,
because I know,
you loved the reflection of the sun
between 5 and 6 PM
on the warm water of the sea.
You loved the soothing breeze
in the breadth of
late afternoon
and early night.
You loved everything about the sea,
and I’m drowning in the thought
of you without here beside me.
I wish I were there with you.
I wish I could drag you into my world.
I wish I could drag your world into mine.
But I know, some wishes
would not easily be granted
even by the brightest stars
in the darkest sky.
I wish we would still meet again,
maybe not soon,
maybe after forever –
when distance
won’t matter
anymore.
I know you’re resting
on your paradise,
and unluckily
I’m grieving in this hell
they call “graveyard” –
the cradle of your bones.

I’m wishing not upon the stars,
but upon the pieces of warm sand
on your grayish seashore.
Please, let our souls
intertwine even just
for once –
perhaps not now,
perhaps not soon –
maybe,
after forever.