distance

You are sitting so close to me,

I can feel your arms rub against mine

And fingers intertwined.

I stare into your hazel brown eyes

Reflecting in the daylight.

And try to fathom their depth.

The lines beneath them

show me a pathway 

To the window of your soul.

But everything seems so blurry.

I sense your warm hands

Yet they feel so cold.

The space between us is less than a span,

Then why do we feel so detached?