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Angst And every minute and hour that I don't hear from him feels like a day.
Because when you hear a spontaneous "I love you" 10 or 15 times a day for a week straight,
When someone feels the need to kiss you just because the light is red and you're there,
When you grow accustomed to feeling someone’s knuckles stroke your cheek,
Hands in your hair
Breath on your neck and shoulders
Fingertips along your spine and ribcage
Fingernails etching nonsense designs on your upper and inner thigh
And then all of a sudden that's all gone. . .
Time seems to congeal.
Focus and perception narrow and constrict
Just like crowded veins and airways.
It all closes and folds inward until you think the pressure will make your heart explode.
And the shortest intervals feel like eternity.
Don't I know the emotions you expressed. I told my boyfriend that when he's around time passes by so quickly. . .but when he's absent it goes by so slow. Is it that time is directly related to the nearness of the one we love? It seems that way to me. Anyway. . great poem. I wonder though if it is about a love that has ended or one that has distance as a barrier.