I miss that feeling
of when I had the power
to stir the ***
and change the tides
a single word could carry
so very far from me
and I could elect myself
most valuable liar
I love you
or at least I want to
don't give up on it
pick up your bags
you're not leaving
but now
I'm here,
in an empty, sad and little room
and I know there is not one
I can call
or with a click of a button
tell I want back
it's been far too long
I've distanced
I am distant