I wish you were closer,
not that it would be good
for the tides, but that
the despair I render
in whispers might
reach you.
I know you keep watch
over all our dramas,
and have no need
to hear what I hold up,
this typical,
and in many ways
boring existential crisis.
From your seat far above,
those wounded in war
and earthquake take
the focus, rightly so.
None the less, I hold
out these, my meager ordeals
this cold dark night
and confess certain
vulnerabilities.
I wish you were just
a little bit closer.
This is very moving, Richard. You’ve worded these feelings so beautifully. Thinking of you 🤎.
Thinking of you too Ellie.
I found this very touching. Nice write.
Thanks for letting me know.
You’re welcome.