I'd fly across half the world
Just to see you, I'd have to, there's no way around it.

The digital version's just no good—
While numerous, they can't capture what it is about you
Look so very nice.
Not as sharp as they say.

Your knuckles, not so white.
You smile, I smile, no teeth.
I kid you not!

Echidna.

Taking trips, tripping over my feet.  Don't want to hurt you,
But I'll hurt you— there's now way around it.

"Meant to be" never meant a thing.
While comfortable, it wouldn't last, and we'd end up back at square one
More thing I'd tell you
is that it's not your fault.

You couldn't stand to leave.
I run, you crawl, short legs.
I kid you not!

Echidna.