I wrap myself in my blanket,

And pretend that it's your arms,

Because maybe if you were here,

Things wouldn't be so hard.

I rest my head on my pillow,

And pretend it's your chest.

Because maybe if you were here,

My heart would ache less.

I close my eyes and sigh,

And pretend these miles don't exist,

Because they overwhelm me

Completely,

All I want is to feel your kiss.

Even though it's over 4000 miles,

The lines stitched into highways;

The never-ending seams,

on roads that are less traveled,

dividing you and me.

I wish I could unravel,

The fabric in-between,

and tear away the distance,

to bring you close to me.