I miss this
Being close to you
Leaning in
Because it just comes naturally
And sometimes I cry
With the remembering
That I never really knew how to do it
You see there were always
These fears
Hidden so deeply in the shadows
Over years and years
And for so long I pretended to myself
I did not need this
Someone to trust
Someone close
But now I cry
With the realisation that
No man is an island
And islands only form
As land masses become overwhelmed
With water
How sad that over time
We lose the way to each other
As our memory of how to be close
Disappears so very very far away
Haunting us never the less
With an invisible longing
That dogs us
All along the life path of our years