Your funny jokes, your laugh, your retorts.
All a small piece of red string that makes us closer, and closer.
It tugs my heart in a way that makes me think you’re here next to me.
I wish I could pull the string and bring you closer.
I wish you could be embedded into my skin.
Join souls like an old, squared quilt.
I want to meet you. I want to see you.
I want to talk more. I want to be near you.
I want to hear your voice next to me.
But distance is our enemy.
Our lives, separated by states,
separated by walls that should have been broken down.
At least I still have your voice on my phone. At least we are still connected.
But I won´t stop tugging at the red line attached to your hand.
Trying to bring you to me.