Times you were close.
Within range.
Open my eyes.
Indeed open my heart.
Always at arms length.
Only eyecontact.
Thoughts poke half way out of my skull,
When I pass you, almost friction.
Always at arms length.
A million excuses to hug.
Not one is popped.
So in silence we stay at arms length.
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