It’s the nights when you leave
too soon—
before my body aches
and I feel sleep overcome me—
that I am surrounded by the reality
of having to exist without you.
Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks
Long distance relationships
somewhere between
Somewhere between
good morning and goodnight,
I found you.
And somehow,
even though you had
a future already imagined,
you wanted to create one with me.
I think we must have looked
at the night sky,
and seen the same stars.
Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks
