The Distance Between Us

You’re standing
close enough
that I could count
the freckles on your arm.

Far enough
that I still have
an excuse
not to touch you.

It’s a dangerous distance.

A place where
every joke sounds
a little flirtier,
every silence
a little louder,
every smile
feels like a question.

I wonder
if you know.

I wonder
if you can hear
the conversation
our eyes have been having
all evening.

No one else can.

To them,
we’re just talking.

To me,

you’re slowly becoming
my favorite reason
to forget
what I was about to say.