The Idea

I go to the mountains to escape the constant reminders you’re away
Instead I feel the emptiness more than ever
I watch the trees swaying, the peacefulness I long to feel… feels like emptiness

The landscape is so raw, an accurate description of me right now

I wish you were here with me
You’re the missing piece

I drive through the night to my campsite, your voice cutting in and out on call is what gets me through
Keeps me calm
You tell me I’m getting closer to you
Yet I’m still thousands of kilometres away

The number doesn’t matter though
You’re far enough away I can’t see you’re glowing eyes as you tell stories
Your face as you make me laugh
I cannot touch your warm hands which calm me instantly
I cannot feel the warmth of your hugs

Instead I bunch up in a ball in my sleeping bag in an attempt to stay warm
No matter how many layers I put on, the cold from your absence cannot be warmed

I countdown the days until you’re home
Worried about the person I will be by then
I take photos of my friends smiles to cover the fact mine is absent
I watch the heavy, grey clouds as they pass over
I notice how quickly they move
I cannot help but wish time moved the same