Distance Cures

missing you
is like hell,
and that is
an understatement,

i am on fire
as i begin to think
about you

i send you smoke
and you do not
answer

i am consumed
by this
loneliness

but like the mythical
fire
i rest upon my ash
and shall soon
assemble
all my molecules
to be man again
against the
odds

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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