I held your words against my heart, 
hugged them tight to me 

as if some of you might cling to me through them. 
I measured the miles I traveled 

against the time it took to see you, 

and it was tantamount to destiny. 

The raindrops on the window 

wept for our distance that 
stretched and cut me 
like a blade through an innocent neck. 
I needed it to be no more. 
I needed it to be so much more. 
So much more than nothing.