I can only trace the contour of your face
From this portrait of you I see
I counted the hundred thousand and one ways
But you just can't be one step closer to me.

I can only imagine the day-old perfume -
    Its scent lingering in my nose -
On your navy blue shirt you left in the room --
Quickly on the couch you slouched then shortly dozed.

I can only envisage you munching chips;
Your eyes as they squint when you smile;
When you sigh - the small partition on your lips --
    Why do you have to be away nineteen miles?

You listen to me with your eyes
And I hear you when you write
When I perpend on my demise --
    "Do not heed, they are all lies."

And at night when I gaze at the skies - starless;
When I see no rainbow after the rain;
I tell you I can't be any fearless
Even the blue skies can't take away the pain.

But you're a firefly inside the darkest cave
An oasis in a wasteland --
And in my solitude you'll say,
"Dude, I am just a text away."