477 (13.10.2015)

One thousand one hundred and thirty-five
Miles, I'd have to cross to get to you now,
We Facetime so I know that you're alive,
But that just seems to make it worse somehow.
I see you there and I'm here in our home
Inside the house where we both were last night,
While you are far off, miles away in Rome,
And nothing but bits of electric light.
I long to reach out through this tiny screen,
And hold the hand that's holding up your phone,
To make sure you know everything I mean
When I say I don't want to be alone.
I love you is the point I wish to make,
And miss you while you're on your City Break.

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