How do I ignore:

This space between us.

The space you left in my bed, that I now fill with extraneous furnishings.

The lamp casting shadow puppets on the wall of you and me, our figures intertwined.

These new cracks and caves extending into the forests of our minds.

Our words becoming lovers once more.

Our eyes longing for residency in one another’s.

The rain finally decided to come, and the thunder decided to follow.

I’ll be here still.

I’m hoping you’ll be here too.