I've never had a problem,
Keeping my relationship at arms length.
Because I've measured my arms,
Just to make sure,
And i'm pretty sure that 3 feet of flesh and bone
Is nowhere near the 2000 miles between us.
I always thought I was pretty big,
6 feet tall,, beard like a college grad.
But now I look at my arms,
And they couldn't be any shorter.
They can't reach out to her,
Can't hug her in the good times,
Wipe away the tears in the bad,
Can't caress her hair while I tell her
Just how much she means to me.
I've tried to will them to stretch,
If they knew who they were reaching for,
The gorgeous one,
The smart one.
The funny one.
The insane one.
The only one.
Then I know they'd stretch and stretch,
Along the state, the country, the universe,
Because she's worth it.
But they just stay there,
Stagnant, hopeless,
Able to reach out to anything,
Except the one person I want.
So for now my voice must suffice,
My voice must be my hugs,
My words my kisses.
The words you're reading now.
And I will keep sending her these,
Until our day in the moonlight comes.
Until then, I'll stay here
In my 3 foot bubble.
Left with a full mind,
A heavy heart,
Legs that can't walk far enough,
And a relationship just too far from arm's length.
