Final Distance

I want to see you, but something invisible keeps pushing us apart. Every time I get close enough, it happens again. Just more distance.

You taught me what loneliness actually is—that hurt-too-easily quality of yours, the way one wrong word makes you fold into yourself and disappear.

I want to be with you now, not someday. I want to cross whatever’s between us and just hold you.

Maybe one day I’ll have the strength to do it. Maybe the distance will stop mattering. We should be together. I need you.