Company We Keep

Here, there. Near, far. Distance is the only company we keep. We're back to this shyness that forces us to avert our eyes. But every fibre of me screams to look over, to see if you're pretending not to share the glance too. We entertain ourselves with fancies and longings. We destroy ourselves on the sharp edges of reality. 

You're there, and I'm here. And one of us is in the wrong place.