They say time is constant,
but love,
they have never known the ache
of being days away from you.

The sun moves slower,
the night lingers too long,
the hours fold themselves
into a weight
that settles against my chest.

I do not sleep,
I do not dream,
I only wait—
a body on pause,
a man caught between hunger
and restraint.

Come soon.
Before I forget
how to breathe without longing.