It doesn’t bind.
Love says. ‘I love you.
I love you if you’re in China.
I love you if you’re across town.
I love you if you’re in Harlem.
I love you.
I would like to be near you.
I’d like to have your arms around me.
I’d like to hear your voice in my ear.
But that’s not possible now.
So I love you. Go.’
Thanks for letting me go to san francisco with all of your love.
I can see the light at the end of the long-distance tunnel.
And that light is the best thing ever.