I read that poem by the guy with OCD
Lamenting that his love's new lover will never cherish her and perfect his kisses, because he only does it once
And in the same way, you don't know what a gift you have
He is right there, at your very doorstep, touching distance
If you want someone to cuddle or to entwine limbs with, he'll always be right there
And I'm here.
Out in the middle of no where
Out of touch and out of sight
Evidently, out of mind
When you walk to his door and call gently for him through the cracks
I wish you knew that that was one of the greatest gifts you have ever been bestowed
I would give up all my gifts, every last one, just to breath the same air as him
In the meantime, when I look into the vast skies at night, I am comforted knowing that we are looking at the same Big Dipper, the same Orion's Belt,
The same side of the moon
I suppose that'll have to do.