Our Tango

When he cries, I am only able to capture
his tears through a text.

Distance has always been our third lover.
And the more we learn about one another
the more distant we want distance to be.

Him holding me would be delightful
but me holding him would
feed my soul.

We haven't been able to meet each other
but I know when I see him
he will see me.

The arrival of that time
makes me smile.

So now our tango is with three and if we include
time, the number jumps to four.

We will be two  sooner rather than later.
But until then, time and distance
may we have this dance?