- what do we call distance?

what parts us from the stars?
or just that gap Inside?

the ceiling over those branches
too high for us to clilmb?

or just the time it takes
for heavy clouds to rain?

- but, distance?

that shallow tiredness
that makes, too long, the way?

that centimeter away,
no gesture can erase?

that fear we kept on wearing,
that made our steps so weary ?

- distance, I said!

those days, that part you from the scent
those miles, that part you from the face
those words, you find you cannot say