Miles to Minutes

The miles stacked high like a paper wall. Each word we spoke felt ten

feet tall. Your voice kept me warm, but the night stayed cold.

I held the phone, but not your hand to hold. Time moves slow

like syrup down a hill. I whispered "love," you said it back,

it gave me chills. Now the miles turn to minutes and the minutes

to a touch. I've waited for forever, but forever wasn't much.

The sky bends down to meet us. No more distance in between.

You are not a dream. You're here, you're real, you're seen.