i go to seek a Great Perhaps

This is a rough skeleton of something I’ve been working on for a while. Only a small portion of the outline. Work in progress. Feedback welcome.

So I will fly the 3,000 miles like I always do.
To walk right up to you only to stop three feet short.
Just so we could linger in the in-between.
In the almost.
To decide.

3,000 miles is very simple.
But even the grandest of gestures have failed in the final 36 inches.
Three feet is where love lives or dies.
It’s where every decision is finally made.
Will the walls come down as fingers intertwine?
Will brave smiles mask the nagging “mistake, mistake” being written on heart strings?
Will pulses quicken at the anticipation of the long embrace?
Will the words being spoken be louder than the alarms sounding choruses of “RUN! RUN!”?
And when the lips touch, regardless of what side of the three feet each heart is on, will everything change or stay the same?