It’s like this, I want to pinch the distance between us. It’s like this, I want to fold the valleys between us into sheets and tuck them away. I want to shrink down the distance it would take me to put my hand in yours. I want to cross my room and find myself at the foot of your bed, your hands on my shoulders, your mouth at my ear. I want to stand in your kitchen and eat strawberries and laugh with you. I’m tired of bumping into empty spaces. I want to dance around you in the kitchen and lean against you on the couch. I want to fall asleep and wake up beside you. I want to pinch the distance, shrink it, control it, make it mine to do with as I please. It’s like this, I love you, I miss you, I want to come home. It’s like this, I’m tired of cold sheets. It’s like this, come home. Come home. Come home.

Distance means nothing when someone means everything.