This far out
I need a telescope
To see what is
Right in front of me,
While you say
Distance is likely
To make me feel
Less obsessed,
I find the old adage
As true:
Absence making
The heart grow
Fonder,
Looking at it all
As if all is new
When nothing is,
A paradox you claim
As splinters
That reveal our
Inner lives,
Too close
You seennothing
But pores and
Poor excuses,
Nothing translatable,
Just a mysterious
Universe of
Me and you,
How many times
Can a man say
Sorry before
It sounds phony
Even in his own ears,
Distance may make
The heart grow fonder,
But by your logic,
It gets chilled in
The depths of space,
The whole universe
Is just too vast
For a simply mind
Like mine,
And yet,
Too close to the sun
And my wings melt,
There has to be
A happy medium
Or at least
An unhappy one.
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