Distance

Trapped by your careless gaze,
I slowly, shyly, lean
And just when they would’ve met
My head hits the screen.

In your lazy, silken hair
My hand feels afloat,
I caress their wavy surface;
Witless Facebook gloats.

The senses blend languorously,
Stirred by your mellow tones.
Then, a discordant jangle, argh!
Darn these earphones.

The illusion of being close
And its sardonic solace;
I am always with you,
Yet the longing stays.

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