It's so much easier to miss you when
We're somewhere near each other, even though
You still aren't here with me, since at least then
The times line up when we will come and go.
These different time zones muddle everything
And make a simple exercise a farce:
At least when we were closer I could cling
To sleeping at an instant. Now I parse
The differences, and see so many hours
In which we cannot share a waking mind;
And when for you the deepest nighttime lours
I am awake, and still-clear day I find.
So I would rather, though apart from you
Feel the same process of the day you do.
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