miles away

I wanna see you again. So bad.
You’re miles away and I miss you.
The worst part is, I don’t even know when and if I’m going to see you again. Even though I’m trying not to care, it’s killing me. I wanna see you again.
—  L.N. | when will i see you again?
Per lei risponderesti al telefono anche alle tre di notte, solo perché si tratta di lei.
Per lei passeresti la nottata in bianco a scambiarvi messaggi apparentemente stupidi e sicuramente sgrammaticati, solo perché si tratta di lei.
Per lei ruberesti la luna.
Per lei scapperesti da tutto e tutti.
Per lei prenderesti a pugni ogni muro e ogni chilometro che vi separa.
Per lei faresti di tutto.
Solo perché si tratta di lei.
I want you and you are not here. I pause
in this garden, breathing the colour thought is
before language into still air. Even your name
is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again
and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight
I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer
than the words I have you say you said before.

Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix me
with a look, standing here whilst cool late light
dissolves into the earth. I have got your mouth wrong,
but still it smiles. I hold you closer, miles away,
inventing love, until the calls of nightjars
interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain,
into memory. The stars are filming us for no one.
—  Carol Ann Duffy, “Miles Away”