From one side of the room to the other,
I estimate the number of steps,
I contemplate the things to say;
Moisture upon my lips.
I fight the urge to run to you,
But I have to make myself move my legs,
Our eyes dart back and forth
As you slowly mouth my name,
I never cared much for what I've been called,
But to hear it from anyone else won't sound the same,
The air is thick and tight as the walls they slowly cave,
Three people or two hundred,
Doesn't matter, it's all the same,
When the space between us closes,
And I'm finally home again.
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