Soon? Definitely.

I hate this.
All of it.
The oceans. The miles.
The distance. The change.
I miss you.

Flashbacks of smiles,
laughter, tears, jokes, fun.
Something that we have
only now and then.
Now.
Things changed.
But it was out of our control.

I think of that time,
that joke; a comment; a poem.
That day; bubble wrap and brownies.
A flirt. A friend. A goodbye.
An “I’ll miss you.”
Truth.

Everyday
the fears, the changes;
but no where to turn.
To type. To flee.
What it is now; it’s not enough.
Face to face. I wish.

Soon we say.
Yet neither of us know
how long?
Indefinitely,

You were a true friend.
You are.
In an instant. A click (…) away.
But now… Idaho.
Limerick. Ireland.
America.

I don’t blame you.
Any of you.
I couldn’t.
How could I?
I just wish.
Don’t we all.
Empty.

I vow. You promise.
We swear. We wish. We hope.
Soon.

But for now, ovals.
Orbs. Liquid. An ocean.
A flight.
A million miles away.

But we promised.
Soon.