Far

It isn't easy to be far from her;
It always puts me in a certain funk
Because the part of me that I prefer
Is tied to her, and therefore I am sunk
Into a slightly different person when
For whatever reason, she is far;
And only when we meet am I again
Myself. She is, perhaps, my guiding star
From which I orient who I will be
And by directions that I take therefrom
I know how to mostly truly become me
And like the person that I have become.
So being far from her is wrenching, for
I'm not the same as I had been before.