Heart fonder or distracted?
Distance and love in constellation.
Orbiting the space of loneliness.
The grasping gnaw of loneliness.
The need to bridge the tender gap.
To fill the absence with skin on skin,
even without love’s permission.
Just breath in the evening.
And smells of another being.
The sounds of a voice and laughter.
Better than absence.
The absence that never gives.