Diary Entry 12

Distance is a verb;

perhaps you haven't heard.

It exhausts the heart, for there lies a stain,

not merely a word.

Distance is a noun; in eternity it's bound.

Yet you should never forget

that every cry, laugh, and sigh cast on my soul your sound.

Distance is a star, a beacon of light; and as I look upward, under our shared blanket, 

I find you each night.

As I put pen to paper to ponder this subject such,

I find when it comes to you...

Distance doesn't mean much.