Missing You

your kiss is a memory

that makes my heart glad

yet still ache

between a world of pleasure

and longing I live

my mind always ahead of reality

with you

the wall of time I must traverse

before I can see you again

yet I'm eternally grateful

that we both live

in this glorious age

where we can scale that wall

to at least a small degree

though slightly distorted

we see one another

I reach out my hand

and pretend that I can touch you

as you make silly faces at me

I can hear your voice

at any time

and it does quiet my restless soul

squelching the voice in my head

that tells me I'm lonely

but still, I miss you 

and try not to think

of the distance between us

I put a positive spin on it

telling myself that anticipation

is pleasurable

and at times it is

yet I cannot deny

that I'm partly lying to myself

and this longing will only increase

as time goes on

for missing you will be much harder

than I ever anticipated my beloved