One does not measure
The farthest kind of distant
Even in light years
Formulas without constants

As gusts erases
Our names in silver sand drawn
And forboding cumulus
Eclipses the rays of dawn

Musical pieces
Lit the same flames in our souls
Though no words bridge us
Love dies in embers grown cold

Infinite couldve's
Hung in unspoken tension
Our atoms glide past
We're in different dimensions

I held out my hand
Aching sharply for a touch
Jarring emptiness
Shouldn't have shocked me this much

Being an artist,
I can trace him with such life
As if he stood near,
..."Close" is a cut with a knife