If every mile between us was a year,
we would be millennia apart.
If every lonely breath was a dying star,
the night sky would be black as ink.
If every tear was a page in a book,
between us, we could fill volumes.
If every bit of longing was a rubber band,
my heart would explode from pressure.
If every moment alone was a color lost,
my world would soon go dark.
If every day without you was a heap of gold,
I would sacrifice it in a heartbeat.
If only were together again,
the distance would close,
the sun would return,
the pages would burn.
If only I could see you again,
my heart would ease,
I’d regain my sight,
I would be alright.