Distance

Your hair fly and brush my face
gentle wings of dreams unrealized
as I see your face like this is the last time I am seeing you.

Everytime I see you
it is an end of a world, there will
never be a time when I will meet you again,
Why do you change so?

Or, is it you who stay the same, and I
keep changing, inconstant. We are different / not one, 
nor the same.

And when it all does not matter
what distance away from yourself
are you?