Distance (Poem)

I dance on top of thin telephone wires,
Teetering on them like a tightrope walker
Just so I can hear your voice magnified
A thousand times over the mindless static.

And every day, I pack a hundred and one words
Into a battered suitcase sent through electric pulses
Hoping you'd receive at least the more important ones
Like 'miss', 'love' and 'remember not to forget me'

We are ten thousand miles and a heartbeat apart,
But when I close my eyes and speak to you,
I can almost feel you here beside me.

And I would run across those telephone wires
If it'd bring me to where you are.