Far too personal

You need to find a way to

Love me like I’m already gone.

Already far from here and farther from you.

Distant from the distance.

Because you’re gone. And I 

Love you more than ever.

so with high hopes and strong wishes 

I pray that my absence does a similar thing to you.

The dreams that have indulged me with your presence

are as close to you as I’ll ever be again.

but suddenly this poem is getting too personal.