Half the world away,
Yet your presence feels near because of the,
‘Good morning’, and the,
‘Have a great day’.
A general reminder to have meals on time,
A question about the weather,
That leaves me, amidst grey corridors,
Wondering when I’ll be home next,
To sit on the blue beanbag on my room,
Look at that red and gold wall in our hall,
A feeling that leaves me momentarily when,
I return to my room and scroll through 19 years of
Resting on my bed,
Fully aware that the sun will rise tomorrow,
And you will each independently message me a
‘Good morning’, and a
‘Have a great day’,
Though you are next to each other,
And I’m half the world away.
2 thoughts on “Distance”
This is beautiful!
Very well written – beanbag remembrance, golden red wall …..