It’s a little strange now,
having all this time to think about
the words to say
as I walk to your apartment.
I haven’t counted the steps yet,
though I know that they’re much
more than the few we needed before.
The elevator won’t get me there
any faster than if I take the stairs.
It’s only two minutes, but they drag on;
soon enough, I fear it’ll be too far to drive
an ocean away.
I’ll keep that in mind as I knock on your door today.
We could have been neighbors.
It’s just not the same without you next door.
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