science says
that no matter how close you get
to someone
you still cannot occupy the same
space as them
I think of the nights we wasted
pressing our skin against each
other so hard that we bruised
our bones
I think it can’t be true
that the closest I’ll ever be to you
is beside you
it is not enough
I hold my hand to your
chest
and watch it float on the calm
waves of your breath
There is not enough time
to love you the way that I want to
the universe may expand infinitely
but I am not allowed that same
luxury
I cannot become the sky.
You ask me what I’m thinking
and if it hurts
I say nothing
you ask me again if it hurts
I say
yes
yes
always