37 inches

Here is another poem of mine, written two days ago during our noisy MAPEH time. My classmates were watching Antigone as I am mute and thinking. 37 inches seems to be small distance, but if it is your distance to someone you admire, I have never thought of this before, but it really seems like a mile.

Winter nights have never been this frigid and cold;

Loneliness have increased a hundred thousand-fold.

You're present in my sights but so far from my touch:

37 inches, this seems to be so much!

The bright smile on your face shines brightly from afar;

Your happiness glimmer like a small distant star.

Oh yes, it is distant, and I can't get a grasp:

37 inches, the measure of the gap!

To all the jokes, I laugh; to all the fun, I cheer;

And though you are so far, I think that you are near.

Through the great distance, I try to show a smile:

37 inches, oh it feels like a mile!

At the table you stare, to you I stare behind.

Shall I wink or approach or present you a sign?

The gap, unbearable; the space, I cannot grab.

37 inches, hoe can I show my love?

***THE END***