they say distance makes the heart grow fonder but with each passing minute, day, or week

more often than not, I feel like I'm losing you

I'm watching you live your life through a screen and you do the same to me

we talk, we eat, sometimes you even watch me read

I miss hearing your laugh, your real laugh

not the one that's slightly covered by static because of a poor connection

a poor connection that's definitely on your end, not mine

it's our number one argument on FaceTime

I count the days it's been since I last saw you and count down the day till I see you again

I hate the distance between us, every single mile and all three states

I hate the silence at night after you've gone to bed

they say distance makes the heart grow fonder but with each passing minute, day, or week

I don't feel stronger because this distance makes me weak

you tell me it's temporary, that it won't last forever but

it feels like forever when I'm constantly counting, each second, each minute, every day

there's something about the distance that's bittersweet

the bitter being the bone-rattling sobs late at night when you can't hold me

the bitter being the overwhelming stress that consumes me after work or school

the bitter being the emptiness in your bed at night

as much as we hate the distance between us we're overwhelmed by sweetness

whether it's the way you hold me after being apart for so long or

how I feel intoxicated after breathing in your cologne or

they say distance makes the heart grow fonder but for now, I'll just smile because again you're in my arms

even if it's for just a few minutes, a few days, or a week