I yearn for your voice.
For it is the remedy for this distance.
And this Distance seems to be,
The archenemy of Bliss.

He waits patiently for his chance,
To ambush an unknowing victim.
Yet Bliss walks by our side,
When You and I are hand-in-hand.

He has no conscience.
And he walks with Bliss,
After his victim has fallen.
Yet Bliss, too, is another of his victims.

I yearn for that voice,
To be a shield against Distance.
And You, my sword.
For with you, I can defeat him.

For now, Bliss is nowhere to be found.
So Distance is here with me.
Bow at the ready,
Waiting for me to turn my back.

But I know he is there,
So turn my back, I shall not.
I play your voice over and over,
In my head, and Distance has been parried.

I wait for your return,
So I may take the offensive,
Against this villain,
And destroy him.

For I know when you return,
Bliss will be at your side,
And together,
We shall impale Distance.