Chronic (The aching)

It’s become all too commonplace
the tenderness,
this chronic ache
caused by this
this great expanse between us.

I for one,
do not like it,
no, not one iota.

It’s liken to a slow burn
by candle lit night
cry myself to sleep
Waking each morning
red eyed from weep.

It is
and because we’ve
met
meted
& melded
and now we must wait.

This ache
is the wait. . .
We must remind ourselves
of our past
our past lives together
And now our separate
Hopes for the future.