a cold wind
comes through
like longing
how many years
before we’ll be together
my love
will death
take me
before I see
your eyes
once more
feel your skin
breathe you in
is there no
relief from this
yearning
is this to be
yet another
unfinished story
all those miles
all those years
all these trials
all these tears
don’t we deserve
a break in this life
or do we have to wait
until the next one
(D. James)
disposable poetry 
I believe it was the Romans who said that “distance makes the heart grow fonder”…but it also drains some life out of an individual….enjoyed your poem.
Well said, well said. You’ve been there, I am there. Can’t wait to be somewhere else.