I prefer things this way.

            You- six hours ahead,
                        late night Skype calls,
                        makeshift air mattress bed,
                        videogame ******,
                        dashing looks
                        and a passion to match.

            Me- six hours behind,
                        sleepless nights,
                        early mornings,
                        multivitamin lunches,
                        lovely words
                        and escaping dreams.

            Us- six hours apart,
                        four-thousand plus miles
                        separating our bodies,
                        yet enriching our relationship
                        one new discovery at a time.
                        Fighting for the fleeting
                        moments we can share
                        until the long-term sets in.

Some say we’re bound to fail.
Some say we’re setting ourselves up
for a collectively shattered heart.

I say we’re here to prove them wrong.