You're just shy
Of an inch away
From my hand
That makes my
Hand
Shake and sweat.

Not the regular kind
The kind that
Rattle your teeth
And drench you whole.

I stare at
The picture
I have of you
And sit and
Remember
What hasn't
Happened yet.

You're just shy
Of inching closer.

Can you feel
That I'm
Nervous
Too?