The distance between us is five feet, is no feet, is canyons of understanding. I stand still. To move towards you would be a step into love, into forgiveness, into admission. To step away from you would be abandonment, would be selfish. It would be honoring the canyons instead of bridging them.
I need to move.
Maybe the answer is strong coffee. Strong coffee always helps. Maybe the answer is Twizzlers. Maybe it is a deep breath, a long ride in the car with the windows down, a nap in the tall grass. Maybe it is a walk down the street where we look at kids and say "kids today wear all the wrong things." Because neither of us is wrong. Everyone else is wrong.
Maybe the answer is to love you just a little bit less.
Maybe the answer is to try again.