Our fate

Right now feels like a punishment, being so far away from you.
I want to run into your welcoming arms, but I seem to be dragged two steps back.
I wish I could hear your lovable voice, but I have somehow gone deaf from my sorrow.
I want to slide my fingers into yours, but I have been burned by my tears.
I wish to touch your soft lips, but a barrerer has divided us.
You call my name, but my mouth has been sown shut.

How long until our fate has been chosen?