When I cannot feel right, right he can feel for me, when day turns to night his love beats down on me to warm me as rays from the sun once did. My longing for his presence is only ever fulfilled momentarily, an hours time is not timely enough. Not a day, nor a month, nor a year. No infinity could substitute a moment's time in his presence. Of him, the lack there off is quite enough to pull one’s head down under the dirt to lay amongst the worms and spiders and roots. But the distance in between there and him way above the celestial bodies is even further than the space that was there before. Hence, the more joyous of beings I’ll of when we rejoice in unification. And in waiting to see him again, a minute an hour, an hour, a day, a day, a month, a month, a year, a year legion and legion more. In earthly hesitation lies humbly awaiting truths which run their course in parallel to eager hearts beating with anticipation. Our cheeks burn a blush and our hands walk to the center of our space. That which fills the gap, the void, the empty time and space between us; deathly hollows and blackened chambers. A deep and sound slumber may contain our memories, a picture show. In excitement I await my view, as I lay my head down to my pillow. For when I close my eyes there is no space between us. In a heads mindless wandering and dreamy hallucinations, you lay your back and neck and head next to me in cozy silence. Until I wake there forevermore will be, only space that is between us. Not mind, nor possession, nor object. But tried, true, sweet, space. That which smells of clean cotton and pure as water, sweet as sugar cane, yet sad as the sorrows of departing. Alas, a new day awoken in haste, we dote on excitement. My eyes open for the growing anticipation in my  chest. With each singular motion, each pace, once closer to him. A march through time itself, I am present, aware, and in focus. A sure mind at ease that I will accomplish a day’s endeavors with time impending, limiting the time and space allowed to complete it. An inspiration perhaps, I will look no further than my daydreams to find him. Reach no lengthier than the space between he and I as it grows closer and closer. Each ticking second, another replenishing blink. He doesn’t control my mind, as I have complete control of my own thoughts, for surely this I am pursuing now requires attention beyond compare. Rather than complete control, an accepted influence over an individual mood. A beneficial influence, rather than a cloudy hand ruling my headspace. I bite the hand that chooses to abuse the power I let it have over me, in one way or another. For this love stays inside me, oxygen to the lungs, a blood rush from the heart. And in that, harnesses the cherished space between us.