You are four hundred and forty-six miles away
from me.
Four hundred and forty-six miles over
rivers, mountains, a country border,
over great London fist and Glasgow knot,
all passed by in the second it took
for your words to reach me
and the power of words
hits me like a big red double decker bus
and I wonder if it hits you
at least as hard as a can of Irn-Bru
and as Big Ben shakes the city
I think about how time is a greater barrier
than distance could ever be
because you are four hundred and forty-six miles from me
but yesterday you were only fifty centimeters away,
the distance of my eyes from the laptop screen.