white jasmine shrub with trippy effect- photo by Tierney Brannigan

Distance

Poetry

Distance makes the mind grow louder,
Makes the heart grow prouder,
Makes my feet a little itchy,
Makes my stare a little bitchy.

Being far away from you
Used to feel kind of good.
You couldn’t touch me, or hear me
As long as I didn’t let you near me.

My space – my name – my life.
My freedom. My fears.
My safety – my body.
My fears.

I fell back in love with you
Just the other day,
It was love – it was drugs
It was our only way.

It’s good to feel close
And it’s good to feel you,
It’s good to be alone
In the room with you.