Here——
      everything is close,
                     easy,
      within reach.

I could find her blindfolded,
      trace the path to her door—
      with eyes closed,

      like my heart already knows the way.

Every second feels precious,
      every breath,
      every glance,
      every touch,

      like I'm trying to make up for lost time.

Time— feels expensive,
      too valuable to waste…

      doing anything that isn't with her.

But there—

Puerto Vallarta waits,
      warm sun,
      waves whispering,

      miles that feel gentle…

      until they stretch between us.

Beautiful?
      Yes, inviting even—
      but still somehow incomplete,

      because beauty without her is just scenery.

There—
      the distance settles in,
      reminding me exactly how far I am—

      from the only place I really want to be.

So while I'm here…

      I'll hold her tighter,
      linger a little longer,

      steal absolutely every minute I can—

Because there,
      I know all too well…

      what it feels like to miss her from afar.