I am so sick to death
of this fucking distance between us.
For too long
we have been too far apart
and though absence makes the heart grow fonder,
out of sight, out of mind
and birds of a feather flock together
whatever that may mean.

I wish we could talk about it
I wish you were here
or I was there
or somewhere in between lay a chalet
that we shared
where we could go
for weekends away.

This?
This sucks.
I want to be closer.
I want to share something.
I want to have you
somehow
even if we can’t touch.

I want
to talk to you
about us
all the time
even though I know
that is not enough.