I can’t hold them close enough, the memories, your memory.
You were here two months ago.
I can’t understand.
I feel so small.
There’s nothing I can do.
I can’t be a hero or even a friend, a shoulder.
A box of tissues holds more value than I do right now. I reach out and can’t touch your fragile hands.
You’re galaxies away.
You’re truly only miles away, a half hour to be exact.
There’s nothing I could do but keep waiting.
Dawning Creations 
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