Thousands of miles.

Is it something as simple

as something I read?

Or is it more compelling like

something you never said?

Either way we are both together tonight

sitting thousands of miles apart

in a world of make believe.

But it is not fine with me.

That I can't hold your hand.

Is it fine with you,

that you can't kiss me good night?

I guess  it doesn't matter

because we belong to the moment

and not ourselves.

How can we ask for more

and settle for less?

How could we not

when it is all that is meant for us.