Proximity
I can hear you whisper
If I stretched out my hand
It would mean skin to skin
I can almost sense your breathing
You can hear the scratching of my pen
But to cross that 18 inches of nothing
Would be approaching Cardinal Sin
There is an understood expectation
Of safety through separation
There is a chance you can't be trusted
That your silent goal is my destruction
But the more common fear is more true
That if we connected, you would judge me
And I would do the same to you
So let's agree to isolation
To keep our imaginary walls erected
The joy of healthy human connection
Isn't worth the risk of being painfully affected
Respond
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