You’re far
And I cannot touch you
I am only left with words
I want my words to touch you
To caress your soft skin
I want these words to enter your being
Like I would, you besides me
You’re far
And I cannot hold you
I’m only left with letters
I want each consonant to feel you
One syllable at a time
To hear your soft sighs
Each vowel, a testament to love
You’re far
But love writes a scripture
In verse and poetry
Al-Farabi 