this morning #1735.

this morning, over the finest cup of coffee to be found around this part of the country, i placed a single sheet of paper into the typewriter & penned you this poem. short but sweet. but a small token of my love for you. my heart, in times when we’re apart, for a while runs on the blood of our love, pumped through during our times together. pulsing with life. strength. the second that we go our separate ways, that blood begins to slowly drain away. day by day, i can feel our love recede. my heart slows. gets weaker all week long until we’re in each other’s arms again. absence makes the heart bend to the point of breaking but then the longing always sets me straight. stepping away lets me fall in love with you over & over again.