The spark jumped the
gap between our fingertips
in the moment before they
touched for the very first time.
It was so quick, I didn’t
know if it was real
or if the electricity only
flowed after we had touched.
But something had flowed,
had been flowing for months
while we, separated by
nearly a continent,
spent every possible
moment together
connected only by our
words and the electricity
they flowed on. ”Distance is
only in your mind,”
you said. You said it
over and over
trying to convince me, trying
to convince yourself, but
still, somehow, we both knew
it was the truth.
But the distance was also as real
as the energy cascading between
us, sharp and powerful and
potentially as lethal as the time
we endured together, talking
not talking, counting weeks and
seconds and days
until finally the time ran out
and the distance vanished
and we gave in to
that deep, dynamic
fingertip-shock of current.