2017-05-25 - 6:34 p.m.
Once in a while,
It’s only a few steps away
just to get to you
yet it also feels like miles
perhaps even days
that I have to go through
Some other times,
it’s the cities we live in
at separate tables we sit
wondering if it’s a crime
to have this irrational longing
as sanity slowly weakens to bits
A sense of despair
wishes for a psychic ability
a telephatic connection
that should wash off these fears
just for you and me
in hopes that we belong
For now,
I’ll have to put up with this distance
After all,
I still need my personal space
Somehow,
I’m also looking for another chance
for us to come face-to-face
Until then,
see you again.
R.
