To a person I miss, often and dearly.
Brave is the distance that separates the likes of us.
Us, who never could put together
A perfect sentence
That described what we were.
Us, a moment in time
Where you were just a smouldering ember
And I was the breath that tried
To not so subtly bring about a flame.
Us is no more,
But I think of you no less.
I am someone who always dreamed
We would be
No more than finger lengths away.