The Distance

I will never step at your door,                  
Let me gaze at it in eternity,
From a Distance.

I will never call your name,
Let me be called your lover,
From a Distance.

I will never sing your poems aloud,
Let me be consecrated with them,
In a Distance.

I will never speak of your passion,
Let its memories skin me inside out,
In a Distance.

I will never ask for your hand in anything,
Let my grave be marked next to yours,
Going the Distance.

I will never envy the epitaph by your loved ones
Let me etch one for both of us,
Claiming not a communion,
Only the Distance.