Alive And Breathing Poem by stephanie Ann Lowe

you're half way across the world.
but in my little world, you are still the sun.
to say that i miss you.
is to say that i am breathing.
i am not the same without you.
and in that broad sense of introspection,
i am grateful to have know you and loved you.
even though i knew you were only to be 'lost':
and in that small space,
where ego and self defense
struggle to change robes in the dark,
i miss you and i'm angry you haven't written,
and i wish for just one moment, i could escape
the memory of your sweet, sweet face,
that i could if only for a moment convince
my heart that you were not the one.