If every mile between us was a year, we would be millennia apart. If every lonely breath was a dying star, the night sky would be black as ink. If every tear was a page in a book, between us, we could fill volumes.
If every bit of longing was a rubber band, my heart would explode from pressure. If every moment alone was a color lost, my world would soon go dark. If every day without you was a heap of gold, I would sacrifice it in a heartbeat.
If only were together again, the distance would close, the sun would return, the pages would burn.
If only I could see you again, my heart would ease, I’d regain my sight, I would be alright.