Every love is so long distance

Every love is so long  distance

Every love I met
Had been turned
Long distance ones,

Interstellar kind,

If I am at one hemisphere,
She is invariably at the other,

If I am gathering flakes of moon
She is right at the wheatfield, golden,

Every love I met
Had turned into
Late night phone calls,

If I am all in day light,
She is under the quilt
Yawning before sleeping off,

Every love I had met
Had made me traveler.