Agony

The air is so clean here
The frosts
The smoke from the stove
Burns my throat
It tastes delicious
Pears and apples
A bed of watermelons
Chopping wood
The flowers

But it is
Impossible not to cry
Feeling your agony

I am so sorry
Everything is inadequate

Baby, do what you need to do
Take a break
Dont write
Or do
Dont worry about us

We wiļl be here waiting
Crying, breathing,
Trying to be still
Trying teleportation
Bound to fail
There is no way of getting to you
For the moment that matters

Just take this from me-
I am not there
But I am there always.
I love you.