Please understand that I want you.
You and your ten-second phone calls
in silence. Our exhales ultimately becoming echoes
inside our lungs. I wonder if mountains become jealous
of this closeness from a distance only the clouds can measure.
Some airplanes must have felt the vibrations
of our voice boxes like match sticks rubbed on any surface,
we feel each other’s fingers from places
we will never belong to. I am here and you are
becoming part of the ocean and I am always
a shoreline. All I know is this is me saying “I love you”
This is me waiting for you to just come home
to me. Even if it takes the ocean to understand
how badly I want you to be.