I count the minutes until we speak
and cherish the time we share together.
I count the days until we meet
and daydream about our intimate moments.
A relationship building like a
vast storm front with the intensity of a
yet so slow to develop.
I’ve cried in fear, in joy because of the churn.
What have you felt?
We are separated by space,
We are together in spirit, desire, and time.
has the clock stopped or started?