I keep telling myself
Long distance is only a frame of mind
He may be hours away by car, or days by foot
But he’s only minutes by jet, and inches by some maps
Looking at the grander scheme, the world map has us only
a pinky tip’s length apart
Yet why do I feel he’s an eternity away?
Why do I feel like he’s gone forever?
Why does my heart sit on my stomach and cause water to
fall from my eyes?
At a pinky length apart he could hold me and calm my sobs
He could warm my body with his
My hair could sway from the breeze of his laughter
I could get chills from the feel of his touch
But he’s NOT that close
He’s days away
And well, to put it frankly
Maps lie.
