when you are away

When you are away, there are things you know you miss

There are things you long for, imagining a distant reality, untouchable

There are things you forget about, but their reality remains just as tangible, their existence continues, despite your mind’s lapse

The missed things live on with us, expanding in our minds  

But those forgotten live in their own time, real in their own reality, until we encounter them, again

And our mutual realities meet and become one, again

With gratitude,

Joanna