Distance

Can I open my life to you
Can I spread myself, like a bed sheet,
On which you come and lie
How can I, alone all these years, from across an ocean, across a myriad of cultures,
Make something out of nothing
With you.

Would it be honest of me to say,
That you are close to my thoughts,
That there are no differences between you and I,
Except for the ones enforced by our separate realities
Right now, you are not here.
This is fact.

Can we be one, you and I
One person moving through two lives,
Or two people moving through one life,
Bound together like a double helix
I do not wonder where you are, how you are;
I know.

I am here.
Sometimes, it feels like love.
I respond to truth like a wave washing on shore,
With relentless longing.
I am trying, trust me,
Trying to wait for you.