If I close my eyes tight enough,
I nearly smell you on the air
& feel the warmth of your skin,
as if inches away... you're there.
Is sweet memory such a gift?
Or a creative, cruel madness?
Imagination makes you real,
a corruption of my senses.
So willingly I do believe
that if I reach for you we'll touch.
I'll hold you close and not let go.
For distance nor time will part us.
~The Shobit