Three Thousand Miles

Your absence fills my dreams at night

with faded memories and lost echoes.

Even love cannot make things right—

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the last time your arms wrapped tight

around me, separation yawned. These highs and lows

of your absence fill my dreams at night

***

with what-ifs, if-onlys, and might-

have-beens. Absent fuel, how do flames grow?

Even love cannot make things right

***

now. Midnight eclipses sunlight,

and hope is composed of shadows.

Your absence fills my dreams at night

***

with the hole of being solo in spite

of the ending we both chose.

Even love cannot make things right

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without a fever-filled flight

through sorrow I never asked to know.

Your absence fills my dreams at night

and even love cannot make things right.