This space between us is too big.
Its hard to handle,
but worth it to me.
Every time we get off the phone I get sad
only because I miss you.
and the space gets to me.
when I can finally be with you,
space wont exist.
I will be constantly near you
constantly needing you.
I know to other people it seems clingy.
But to me its just the fact of not wanting
to be away from you.
I guess that's just the symptoms of space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That space is only physical. The closeness of heart remains. Nicely penned, Rebekah. Thanks