How many has it been?
How many times?
That words have flowed from my brain
Down my arms
Into my fingertips
Across a keyboard
To become digital ink?
How many has it been?
How many times?
That I have looked at you
Across the way
A few yards distant
Just over there
And longed to touch you?
How many has it been?
How many times?
That I have touched you
Ran my hand across yours
To your back
Holding you?
Fifty something
A hundred times or more
It doesn't matter
They are finite expressions
Of the infinity I feel
For you
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