We’ve never been closer
and still
some part of me
reaches for you
like you’re just out of frame.
You love me well
I know that
but the distance
still presses in
like cold air under a door.
Maybe this is what happens
when you find something good.
You want more
not out of greed
but out of ache.
We’re almost there
half-close
half-touching
and I miss you
with my whole chest.
