(A)part

You and me
so look like the sea
and the shore
in a slide
from side to side
by the beach
but always out of reach,
wanting more
and certainly not on someone else
or just anywhere.

Where did you go
with my soul,
will you ever come back
before it grows old
and loses its mold?
Without your light
not even the moon feels right,
the nights are always deep black.
I don't ask for much
more than you here,
in just a touch.

7 de dezembro de 2018