Walking On a Sprained Ankle Yet Feeling No Pain

Here I stand, waiting for the subway again. I'm going to the place where my things (why things?) are. But you are all I can think/feel of. You are mine, you are me, which makes a "we". I try, how I try, not to long for you. But I miss you. Every moment we're apart. Every moment when I'm not in the presence of your warmth. Every moment, every present moment, you're with me. My love, all my love, comes from and goes to you.

The loneliness you feel, say no more. Mi amor. I feel every acute emotion you feel. "I" feel "you". My darling, my dearest, I know how essential this distance is. I know why I am why you pull away and pull me near. The distance is what keeps you dear. Never have I ever known a feeling much truer than this. I am with you and without you now. My darling, my dearest. My baby, my most cherished soul. All the things I think to say are true to only you. My darling, my dearest, myself.