I never thought

Knocking on the walls

That lie between the spaces

In our minds

In the time that I don’t see you

Feeling the echoes of hollow wood

Rap beneath melancholy knuckles

Dreaming of days when we don’t have to say

Good night

Or good bye

Feeling your weight pressed against my skin

And the place in my mind

That I think is my heart

Remembering a time when

Every time I closed my eyes

There was just

You

Your scent and your heartbeat

Your breath in my hair

When you say

Those words that close me in this

Temple of joyful solitude

With you

And on the cloudiest of dark nights

I’ll still sing your song

And knock on the walls of the spaces:

The times that seem so long