Close

I'd love to be close to you.

As much as I can get close

To a photograph.

In a way

that I could count the fine lines,

the pores,

and how your iris dilates

when I come close.

How you inhale

Or exhale

In a minute,

and if the number changes

When I'm a little more than

3 feet away.

I want to know

the way your sweaty hair

Drops the dew on your temples

On the sides of your face.

I want to count those

so I could remember you.

You sound like my 1st grade handwriting.

So many stops,

so many slashes and dashes,

So many of those,

So many interlude that hums I hear.

Mimics a song unheard for years.

I want to be close to you

Either like the pages of a book

New or torn or tattered

It doesn't even matter much

When your surface and mine touch,

For a minute seemed years

I want to remember

But as I stare at you

With defined spaces in between,

I can only close what's left.

After all we have always been close,

Of a different kind.