Lack

Oh, how I miss your embrace

When distance with its cold hands

Separates us and makes me see the days

Like slow tortures in space!

Ah! How I miss your hugs

If misunderstanding presents itself

And, interrupting, snatches the slow

And sweet delicacy of your arms!

In the Land of Longing, sick;

Seeking health, contentment,

I discover, finally, that this demand is futile

I can even go around the world

But I only recover breath in your eyes

And I only find healing in your hug!

11/17/10