The Space In Between

I remember reading once that we never touch anyone
We only feel the pressure of air molecules against our skin
You may think that you and your love are holding hands
But all you grasp is the space in between

Infinitesimal distance can never be erased
No bridge to span, no rope to bind
Loneliness hardwired into the atmosphere
Closeness manufactured by misfiring neurons

How can you truly know someone if you can’t touch them
To feel their dimpled skin against the pads of your fingertips
The heat of their arms as they hold you against their chest
Wet splashes of tears trickle down your cheeks that
Pool in the soft curve of their stomach

All of that is imagined intimacy
Better left to the romance books
And the lost, lonely dreamers
Pining for the hope of love

I know now you can never truly touch
Or be touched in return
There will always be the space in between