I can almost....
                    touch....
                              his face.
My heart races with thoughts of caressing him
          feeling his skin
          and his embrace.
This love for him grows
          without him near
           ...all is torture.
If only...
          I could just....
                           reach out and....
                                                  hold him...
                                                           and stop these tears.
If only....
          my arms....
                         were 1,000 miles longer