I’m not quite sure if this is finished.

in your absence, 
i have erected, here,
a place of solitude,
a fortress from 
everything i thought
you protected me 
from. 

in your backyard, 
someone said it 
rained. and someone 
replied, "i never 
noticed."

i will never feel 
or belong 
or care to, 
anyway,

except with you,
and that is only on
my good days.

i await your call
even though i 
fear i'll have
nothing 
to say.

the closeness of you 
is greater than 
or equal to how 
far away we 
really feel,
anyway.