Far Away

Distanced.
Perhaps by places
not time
for I bet you think of when I think of you.

Distanced.
Perhaps then by people
not places,
for you reside within me.

Distanced.
Perhaps then many be by souls
not people,
for I see none but you, even in a crowd.

Distanced.
Perhaps then, may be [is it?] by ourselves
not souls,
for what else was that concept of soul mate?

Distanced.
Yes, painfully and surely by ourselves
Me and you from ‘us’

I knew it [did I?] and yet as usual never
Let go of a single chance to think of you
as mine,
as always….