I Still Love You

I still love you.
A lot.
I still love you and the way
you say my name.
Even after this final goodbye,
I still love the thought of
you and I.
I still love you.
Even though you said I can let go,
my fists are whiter than
the paper I'm burning through
with this pen.
Even then,
I was obsessed.
But now you bring me to my knees.
Because,
I still love you.
Even though 112 miles isn't much,
it feels such like an eternity.
Even two days since your lips touched mine
I call you and
beg for your return.
Come home.
Let me hold you.
Let your hair tickle my nos as I whisper
in your ear:
"I still love you"
I never let go and I never will.
These thoughts of you haunt me like ghosts.
But what I miss the most most
is your head on my shoulder,
your voice in the air.
Your hand wiping away my cares.
But now your voice comes through my phone.
But I still love you.
And if you loved me you wouldn't
think of the cost it takes for us to be together.
For me to wrap my arms around your waist
and lift you high
as your hands fumble my hair,
we will never have to say goodbye.
Not again.
Not while the chain of our love is broken
by your presence
and the heavens will open.

Because eternity begins,
when your absence ends. 

And I will wait if I have to.
Because I still love you.
A lot.