I’m tired of distance.
I need to have your voice be audible
No static in between
No signal lost.
I crave the feeling of your skin on my fingertips
To see your blemishes
Not blurry images.
I want your odor to linger in my sheets
To have it sooth me to sleep
No fresh linen.
I miss the pressure of your lips on mine
The firm, fullness of them
As your thumb softly stroked my arm.
I don’t need distance.
I need your presence.