Flight of Ideas

I want to be so close to you, that the nearness hurts. 

Because this is the closest I can come.

The sight of you is the most I can have.

If I come sit close to you, you will fly,

And leave me with just longing.

So I love you like this,

Silently, without touching.

Because being far from you,

Is the closest I can get to having you.

(From H to M, in our twisted minds.)