Not Here

My mind is stuck on a song; stuck on you
These minutes pass with no relief. Seconds.
And what would bring relief? Not time, but space,
Or lack thereof. And still the clock beckons:
I watch, waiting... still waiting for the hands
To gesture that my waiting time's finished;
That the space between us will disappear.
Even now, must I wait? Are diminished
The words we share across this greater space?
Or is this space, like pain, all in my mind?
I ask of you now, in verse as in song,
Be with me; let's together watch time unwind.