waning

Snow melts as does the distance between us

Waxing and waning like our common moon

Exposing green and brown patches

Like Mt. Fuji peeking through wispy clouds and haze.

Counting down ‘til lift off

Only fourteen sleeps until you’re here

Sharing air and no longer swapping nights for days.

Your phantom sleeps beside me

Whispering and chirping in my ear

Conversations held with fingertips

Words just as sweet

But not the same

As ones spoken by real lips.

You're flying to me as I'm dreaming of you

Distance melts away like ice on rooftops

Only one sleep until you’re here.