You

The space between us stretches
over countries, and oceans.

The distance teases me, by
saying we will never be together.

I hate it, and pretend not to
see. If I don't see it-

It can't be real, I say,
Almost believing myself.

The aching of my young body
Is a kind of calling,

I cannot control it, and
It wants you.

You have no choice.

The memory of you is etched in my mind
like aincent hyrogliphics on the side

Of a towering pyramid.
Sometimes I find it hard to decipher their meanings,

But my hand runs across them,
And I know they simply mean
"You"

You are so far from me,
physically and mentally, And

I want you even more than before.
Do you understand? Do you hear me?

I'm kidding myself.
Of course you don't.
You never did, Did you?