You're only up the stairs,

moved recently from view,

you hear my happy shout,

and yes, I love you too.

Only in our bedroom

putting something right,

frowning in concentration

with sleeves rolled up tight.

Capable hands and forearms,

you're smiling at my call,

whistling through your teeth,

tapping on the wall.

Only in the next room,

only up the stairs

eavesdropping on my prayers.

No distance at all.