It's one thing to miss someone from across the miles

 But a whole other to miss you from across the room

Here we are

Exchanging a few sad looks,

no words,

no touch.

As I ache in places I didn't even know could hurt

I turn away,

Distract the hand that usually holds yours

Busy my head with empty things

Breathe in air to heave out a sigh…

Reasoning with myself,

if only…

If only you understood what I meant.

Then maybe you'd come running to me now

And maybe you'd know

That sometimes

Some things are worth a fight

without asking

That sometimes

Being okay is not good

And loving completely

would ultimately,

unabashedly

want proof.

And so I wait.

Maybe all I need is a hug from God.