skype

longing for a chunk of time to connect with you,

to laugh with you,

to share with you,

to clear up the mystery of the missed texts with you,

to discuss concepts in the book that we're both reading,

i long to call you 'Baby',

to smile at you,

to stick my tongue out at you,

to carry you around the house talking to you as if you were here,

to conduct my cooking show live for an audience of one,

i long to sit with you in silence,

staring at the little green dot,

tears forming after hours of 'this and that' as the clock approaches my midnight and your midday,

caressing my keyboard,

touching your face on the screen,

defying the story that distance is the product of rate and time,

dreading the click - but one of us has to do it -

quick, do it now!,

'I love you, Ba---.'