a love dwells far away

and we both exist in/out and as bystanders now.

It is hard when the heart becomes ridged to deal 

with separation and the dire sense of loss. The impatience

and apathy is hardest for me.

Most days i numb myself, most days she becomes 

my beacon of strength, the light in this world of solitude.

I never realized how absolutely alone I have felt, she makes

it more noticeable.

74 days till i see her, till then life is strange for me,

the change is becoming more despairing. But I am learning

a new kind of patience while the nights become colder and 

the days brim with doubt and fear. 

Of one thing i am sure, she is mine 

and i am entirely hers.