At night I lie awake and staring at the dark,
Wishing desperately that we weren't so far apart.
The distance feels impossible, the never ending miles.
But then I remember one thing, and once again I smile.
You are one fingerspan across the map of the world.
There are only millimetres between our respective blue-green swirls.
I could reach out and touch the place where I know that you'll be.
You'll feel a touch upon your face; you'll know that it was me.
So when you feel disheartened or doubt we'll make it through,
Remember there's but a fingerspan in between me and you.
- for G, always.
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