Sensation of Space

From your living room I'm watching you across the stretch of three years that smell like cold glass and taste like peppermint
but it's the taste of brandy that makes me want to cry.
Three years that feel closer than one step, the one step it would take off this hill into all the sleeping city lights
and one step ago one of those lights was yours.  
I couldn't describe to you what this means if I had to so I'll just keep watching and trying to take that one step
but the question is which direction.
I'll just watch three years turn into four into more than I'll care to count
and if this division means three years equals one step
I don't know how far a lifetime is
but it will always be further than the breath between a kiss.