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.