Next to me

I can sketch you in my notebooks.
I can see you in my dreams.
But it doesn’t make a difference.
Because you’re not right here, next to me.

Many miles apart.
Separated by mountains, rivers, and lakes.
Simple things that keep you away.
All these things are factors to keep me missing you.
Because you’re not right here, next to me.

The spot next to me.
Empty of your person.
Only cold empty space.
Because you’re not right here, next to me.

Many months pass.
Sitting at the Air port.
Searching the crowd.
I see your face.
Happiness spreads through my body
Because you’re so close to me.

Strong embraces.
Salty tears.
Joyous laughter.
No longer alone.
Because you’re right here, next to me.