There was a time when I would have gone blind for you, but now,
I see you, still so far away. Still,
unmoved by what you have seen,
even though it makes me tremble, still, 
after all of these months. 

You come to me in breaths, in the oxygen that sustains me, 
and I think you’re in the exhales, too. Still, 
too herculean to be a real man, I think
you lift me up 
after all of these months. 

You texted me this morning, said that you
were excited to see me when I finally go back.
And I’m afraid to let you know that
I still am excited to see you
after all of these months.