Longing.

This is a kind of longing

where

it is both sad and hopeful.

Sad,

because of a distance;

easily understood by metric values

but with emotions indescribable.

It is still hopeful one, all the same;

for one day,

for every joy I have felt,

for every beautiful thing I see,
of the here and now,

if for now I feel it alone,

I hope one day

I could feel it the second time,

but this time

you all will be with me.

I guess,

distance and time is not a bad thing.

And thanks to Him,

I am contented.