Shoulder to Shoulder

I saw you today,
standing there.
No, farther back, six feet away.
You looked nice.
Your flowing dress, your blue suit.
I waved hello.
Wide, slowly, so you could see it from your distance.
You need glasses. You keep squinting. 
And we had a conversation.
You and me.
Speaking. In a three dimensional space.
I saw the shadows on your face,
the curves of your cheeks,
your voice not cutting in and out from the internet,
only the wind carrying away the last bit.
What was the last part?
And we laughed, you and I, 
in this three dimensional space,
the one I forgot existed for awhile, 
at whatever struck us funny at that moment.
You got taller.
You got shorter.
Hey! 
...Glad to see you nimrod. 
Glad to see you too, bean pole.
It's not like I could create this moment with a screen,
this wonderful speck of time
in pictures and pixels.
I've tried and failed. It's not the same.
This space is something better, a bit.
Apart.
But closer apart. Together. 
I'd love for you to be closer though. 
Shall we go four feet apart?
Daring.
Treacherous. 
Not yet. You said. We have a ways to go.
It's true.
It sucks.
But right now my wish is for this moment,
in this three dimensional space, 
with your glowing unpixilated face,
six feet away from my heart,
a measurement I sadly estimate well. Happy it's not nine. 
My dream?
The ultimate vision? 
To stand shoulder
to shoulder
once again.