we sit over breakfast. the coffee in your mug curdles.
i choke down the words i should use to apologize with my cereal.
you stare at your plate with an intensity to match your eggs. cold.
our eyes are pleading with the other to understand but neither of us
looks up.

                - what long distance did to us

he said.

know deep within your bones
that there is a story to be told
that ever present in your heart
there's magic for you to mold
deep down i hope you know
you will make a difference in
other people's lives

                                                          ­                                                 she asked.
                                                          ­                          well, how do you know?
he responded.

you already have in mine.
                                          - young love.