that fleeting moment at 4 am
when I'm shaken from a deep sleep
cause I can't feel your skin against mine,
when my entire body hangs
suspended
in that silver sliver of time,
is a tiny speck of fear
that reminds me,
that I think I might love you,
when you turn over,
and kiss my neck.
two feet of space,
or 3455 miles,
any distance is too much to bear.