Day 57

Our hearts both sit apart,
Calling each others name,
Yearning and reaching,
To be one and the same.

Some days it's tears,
Most days it's laughs,
Creating new memories,
Ones built to last.

We are strong,
Held together by love,
The glue of the heart,
Given to us from above.

I can't think of a place,
I'd rather be,
Me there with you,
Or you here with me.

Our arms will embrace,
Bodies will meet,
Lips will caress,
And I may just weep.