between the days

Mountain ranges in the distance blue

blend in with the horizon.

They match your shirt I constantly wear as an ode to you,

because without it I cannot brighten.

A flame needing oxygen, you set me ablaze,

my roaring laughter never stopping.

A drug I take once a month sends me in a haze,

that when you’ve gone I am wanting.

We are neither near nor far,

yet everything is proportioned relatively.

Our distance is situated like a night star,

and we can’t help but look at it longingly.

The goodbyes are counting down, and the last one will be bittersweet,

But for now, we wait until hands can intertwine and be complete.