The memory of your skin
almost close enough to touch
making my hair stand on end
when the tension was too much

I moved a micron closer
hoping you might do the same
I just want to get closer
not quite sure of my aim

I just I hate the distance now
if it’s millimeters or miles
how I hate living on day to day
in the absence of your smiles

that perk up at the moments
when I need them the most
and make my smile peak its head
and then stretch coast to coast

but now you’re too far gone
for me to have anything more
than a box full of memories
and a forever open door