You’re with me, Yet I miss you.

I used to see you for seven hours

Almost every day
For nine months.
Then our days were limited
But you were at my side each night.
During the day I worked,
And you did who knew what at the house.
But you were there each night upon my return
Met with open arms.
For those few hours
You were completely and totally mine.
Sitting watching TV and talking
Until the darkness of sleep claimed us.
So soon summer came to its end
And I, unlike you, returned to halls so crowed
Yet empty.
Empty of your voice,
Of you smell,
Of your touch.
Last year was your last
Yet I remain for one more.
Your love is with me, it’s on my hand
Yet the space between us grows each day.
It’s been months since I’ve last seen you,
Weeks since I’ve heard you’re voice,
And days since I’ve talked to you.
In the past six months
Since my confinement
Back to these walls
I’ve seen you three times
And each time I feel joy followed by sadness.
Joy for the fragile time we have,
Joy of your kiss,
Joy for your strength.
Then
The sadness.
Sadness for I know this time is only temporary,
Sadness for I’m already anticipating good bye,
Sadness for the fact you’re here with me, yet I miss you.
Four months,
That how much longer I have to miss you;
Four months and I’m free
From this confinement
That keeps me from you.