Polish corridor

There's the space between that runs from you to me, that connects and separates. Sometimes the distance is so great that I wonder that we ever found a way to one another. Other times I can barely breathe for being so close to you. Your scent in my nose, your taste in my mouth, your thoughts in my mind, your love in my heart. I don't know where we'll go from here, but I hope, perhaps naively, that we'll never lose that passageway, we'll never completely break down. That might be too much to bear.