I can trick myself to thinking
that you only truly are
just these few inches of separation
away from my lonely arms;
but nearer you are, for you're in my heart,
although the warmth of your skin
lies hundreds of miles away.
You arrive so soon before you're set to leave,
and while I treasure it, I still wonder
whether it has been an elaborate dream.
You speak to me as easily
as if we two were breathing
the same love-inducing air,
but the moving image that I see
is mere illusion of a fantasy
that hardly can compare
to the touch, the sight, the sound of you
in my own reality.