Distance is strange
I forget how I feel,
If I feel
Everything seems more romantic
or more dramatic
than it is
Things get lost in translation
we get lost in translation
the space between what is and what has been
Is murky
I wade through it
and at times there is no light
Just me, chest deep in our history
trying to feed the flame of our passion
I see you up ahead
A silhouette
lined in golden ember
at times, it seems all I do is follow you
Then I look back and see you there
I wonder how I could have missed you
where was I when you passed me unseen?
This murk must end
we must find our way through,
until then?
I’ll wade in this space between