The difference between seeing my love and being with my love
Is the same difference as hearing and listening

My eyes may glance upon her
But they do not touch h

My hands, my fingers ache at the thought
Of another day gripping rope

There is nothing romantic
About rope burn
Self inflicted

Patience is a virtue, and I
Consider myself quite virtuous
But when times get tenuous
We all find our demons
More persuasive
Than usual

Little Johnny told me recently
It’s not about the days you spend together
It’s about the nights you spend apart

I don’t exactly know what he meant by this
But I feel I understand more and more

The more and more I sleep
Alone

from the forthcoming book, Of Lovers, the Sea, & Pirates (Q3 2013)

~ Jason Brain