A/N: A poem I wrote with Bobby and Alex in mind. Criticism welcome, thanks for reading.
Close Enough
Your hand a touch away from mine
eyes a glance to the left
lips, one breath away.
I am reminded of the subtle things
built up like sandbags
each grain guarding pieces
of something never meant to be whole.
Thus, when lightning sears the blackened clouds
Another omen of rain rolls across the sky
And you look like life listens too little
and says too much
It is not brass, or steel,
or even a gold shield
between you and this ever rising tide
But twelve years we've held together
Without even touching.