waiting for you
to come through
the door

the sound
of water
about to boil

your scent
permeates
the apartment

the water
whistles

everywhere
reminders
of you

this
is what I
came here for

(D. James)

when you will sleep
next to me

praying for solace
in a distant land

too far from home
too far from you

wishing to wake
into the dream
of finally being
there

(D. James)

this
the last time
we will be separated

seems longer
than all the others

how can twenty years
apart
seem shorter
than
the next four days?

(D. James)

about life
about love
the past
the future

everything
and nothing at all

of all
we could do
with the time

there is nothing
better
than this

(D. James)

a missing part
of me

left behind
like something
I forgot
to pack

a piece
of my soul
resembling lack

hold on to it
I promise I’ll
be back

(D. James)

a date
in the
too near future

not wanting to board
another plane away from
you

how do we
stop Wednesday
from coming

(D. James)

being neither
here nor there

stumbling
from sunset
to sunset

just waiting
to board
the next plane
to you

(D. James)

from you to me
and back again

a journey
leading
to us

feeling
the fear
diminish
like distance

when we are
together
at last

(D. James)

burning cigarette
in hand

remembering
a gentle touch
a particular look
a simple word

realizing
it’s the small things
that make you miss
the one you love

(D. James)

longing for
next time

dreaming
of the day

when the distance
is measured
by the length
of a room

instead of
the miles
of a country

(D. James)