Distance Nor Time

[theshobit]

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