A distance that attracts me to you;
your magnetic personality a
gravitational force I find inescapable.

A distance a mere twelve inches
of silent abyss
my words can never travel though.

A distance where every slight shift
in your posture is reciprocated by me;
we play a game of subtleties
that has no apparent victor.

A distance I try to sustain
when I attempt to stretch seconds into minutes
until I cannot pretend to warp time any longer.

A distance that stretches into two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven,

eight,

nine,

ten feet,

and I lose the attention I worked so hard to win from you.

A distance that is painlessly severed
when the door shuts behind me,
leaving you blissfully behind.

A distance you will likely never close
despite my silent wishes.