"OH, I DREAM OF YOU!"

We can still see each other,

thanks to the webcam on our computers

or hear each other on our phones.

Still,

some things are irreplaceable.

I miss having you close,

those long hugs like we miss each other the most,

sitting at the same table and sharing jokes,

sometimes feeling your faint stubble,

your aftershave-look to avoid looking old.

I miss feeling safe,

but I know I’m no longer a little girl.

You can’t protect me forever.

I must survive this solitude

by keeping me busy in any way I could.

When I sleep,

I sometimes dream of you

and can’t help feeling blue...

R.