Distance

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.