The Privilege.

Some nights
I wrap myself in silence,
block out the world
and hold my aching heart
in my hands…

I miss him,
more than words.
And distance
seems cruel.

But I know,
deep inside
that missing him
is a privilege.

My heart bleeds
because I miss him,
and I miss him
because I love him.
Pain is sometimes
a privilege.

So I will hold my heart
in the dark
as many nights as it takes
until finally
I can hold his face
in my hands.
And the wait?
It will be over.
If only for a moment…


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