Distance

They say it can work.
This distance thing.
From far away
We can cry
And we can sing.
What’s holding hands anyway?
Just showing off;
Proclaiming our love to the world.
I can do that.
I have a sandwich board.
I miss the warmth at night though.
But not the stressed discomfort.
And your cigarette smoke,
Damned though it be,
Cannot be replaced
By fish n’ chips
And lingering kebab.

It won’t work,
After-all.

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