Psst

Can't stand the distance
Seems like neither of us
Have the strength to wait

So I scooch closer
And give you a quiet "psst."
And shoot you a glance

I ask for a call
And you grab a megaphone
Screaming to stay calm

I think "Don't panic."
Stand and offer you my hand
We dance to the end

But I approach twice
Back to back with layered time
Then a finale

As we are dancing
The rest of the world sways
And bitterness fades

The we slip the bonds
And retire to our room
None are the wiser

This all seems unreal
But by what should I compare?
You are so perfect.

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