Exile Poem by C.S. Keskuela

days
i barely exist in reality
preferring my fantasy
where you are a part of me

weekends are merely
time in exile from you
my heart will not let go
though little hope is left

i see everything you are going through
it is all there in your eyes
i suppose it must be there in mine too

i cannot move forward
for i cannot move past you
oh what am i to do?

and how long
how long, how long
must we endure this painful ride?

give me but a sign
so from exile i may return
and once again feel love divine



(updated - previously 'how long')