Distanced

You stayed at the gate, watching me go,
You tried to keep your composure,
But your sadness shone in your eyes.
Standing and frowning, you waited.
Waited for me to turn and wave,
Smile at you and let you know I'd be okay.
But I couldn't.

You watched me go, you sighed,
And drove back home through empty streets,
Your hand on the seat beside you
Where I had sat, my hand on yours.
You listened to the radio, inane DJ's and bad music
With a hollow beat like a leaky heart.
At home you touched the bed
Where I had lain beside you, warm in your arms.
The impression in the pillow
Where my head had rested remains
The blue and green sheets still wrinkled
Where I had dreamed dreams of us.
You envisioned me there and sighed.

Lying in your bed,
The ceiling fan whirling above you,
Cooling the sweat on your skin,
You wait for my call
So you know I'm home and okay.
You remember my touch,
The tips of my fingers caressing your skin.
You remember standing with me in the airport,
Your arms around me, pulling me close,
Not wanting to let me go.
You close your clear green eyes
And picture my face, smiling up at you,
As you smile down at me,
And you wish I could have stayed.
But I couldn't.

When I get home, I leave
A message on your machine:
You have fallen asleep.
Sleep will not come to me,
And I cry silent tears.
But soon my heart is calmed;
In two months it's your turn to visit.

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