the map

that hangs

from my
bedroom

wall

has a thin blue line

of ink

that traces the

distance

that will soon be

between your lips

and mine
it 
seems 
so tiny

insignificant

a chasm that can be crossed

in a single bound
alas,

tread carefully,

the gap is far wider

than you think

it is easy for one

to fall

short

much like

summer

so quickly

come and gone

do not fret

our days may
be fast coming

but our feelings

they linger



seize

not only the day

but my fingers

so very tightly

and we shall cling

to chirping cricket
s
and cloudless skies

infinitely