Being infinitely close; the thought lingers. You feel, and so I feel the little things, the big things. You sense me thinking. I explore your joy from afar. The silly joke you tell, laughing—it makes me laugh. Bouncing excitedly and talking fast, you excite me. I stick my finger in something tasty, and you taste it. Our surface reflects what lies both beneath and beyond. At such depth, we revel together within an irrelevance of distance. When apart, we intertwine, bound in a delicate, paradoxical dance. No one fits to me like you, nor you to me. We are never anything other than near.
Artwork Courtesy of Reda Khalil
"You may find it interesting—I tried a new approach to writing this one. I selected 20 or so text conversations between me and my fiancée from when we were just getting to know each other. I arranged and combined them, then began to whittle it down until I came up with a theme (quantum entanglement). I went on to refine the poem for a few weeks until it became what it is." -John Casey
