More Longing

after a few days, and it’s been
more than a few days now
your voice on the phone
isn’t enough, when reality sets in
and I am looking at the calendar
seeing what I have to do the next few days
and the days I will see you next
aren’t even on the same row.
I hold this longing in a special place
it’s too much to focus on
but too precious to put out of sight
it has it’s own shelf where I can
set the lighting on it just right
dust it as needed
adjust what other pieces sit near it
and someday that shelf
will be completely and finally
smashed to bits
I will take the ball-pein hammer
and break the longing shelf
out of my interior room
because then, my love
you will be a breath’s distance away