Love at a Distance

I'd wake up to the sound of snow falling off the tree branches and the sun flooding across the floor, you would have already left for work hours ago.

I'd gather my things, grab the notepad off of the fridge and write you a love note

making sure to leave it on your pillow where you will see it.

With each visit, it became harder,

I would wake up and you'd already be gone.

I look over at the wrinkles in the sheets, running my fingers along the imprint of where your body was.

Once again, I gather my things, pour my heart into the notepad and leave the note on your pillow.

I did that each time before I left.

I sob on my drive home, screaming I miss you until my voice breaks.

Although I never tell you

I feel out of place for a day

until it all fades away

until the cycle repeats itself.

All the I love yous, I never say them to hear it back

I say them so you know.