by Lisa Stice
I miss him, she says
and I say, so do I
we will see him again
I love him, she says
and I say, so do I
distance feels further
I love him, she says
further in quiet moments
distance feels further
memory like a mirage
further in quiet moments
how time seems to stop
memory like a mirage
I love him, she says
how time seems to stop
I miss him, she says