Poem: A Hands-Breadth

Your face in front of mine
So beautiful, your eyes twinkling with humor
Your hair eminently strokable
A hands-breadth away, yet so far out of reach

I miss being with you
I miss hearing about what you are doing
I miss your touch
I miss seeing you
I miss feeling your soft skin on mine
I miss your kisses
I miss tasting your skin
I miss smelling your hair

I don't know why I didn't kiss you that night.
We were busy but there was still time
I was very tired but I was not asleep
There was stress...
... there was stress
and the stress shamed me

You were a hands-breadth away
I don't know why right then that felt like
the whole Universe between us.