I reach… and though my arms (far
too weak) are long, my hands cannot
quite grasp what I need (to love you).

This distance is a poison in (my heart)
the deepest parts of me. I wish you were
here, because this love (is too frail) needs it.

I’m afraid (for us) that the miles between
are far more than numbers on a map, and that
we were doomed the first (to last) time we

touched.