My soul is merely a thread, may it rest around your wrist.
May it find its way to your warmest sweater.
May it be the closest to your breath.
Oh, all the things I would give to have my head resting on your shoulder.
I wish distance was edible. I would’ve swallowed all the distance separating us*. Left no crumbs of miles. Then held you like my arms have finally found purpose.
I hope your soul isn’t cold.. I hope you’re breathing easy, deep and slow..
I hope no pain dares to touch you..
I hope your favorite poems and songs are beside you..
I hope your friends are around you..
I hope one day I’ll be beside you..
and it won’t be temporarily.
* “My belly is deep.. I swallowed all the space seperating us..”