i see you standing there
unreachable
untouchable
untasteable.
we sit here with our monstrous separation,
alone
writing our futile love stories
on paper napkins
and after we are done,
all that remains
of our coffee shop romances,
our abandoned dreams,
is the ashes and dust
of one-hundred frigid fireplaces.
even though
they weren't quite so hopeless
as we guessed.
we encourage
when maybe we are the ones who need encouragement.
we belittle
when maybe we ourselves have been belittled.
herein lies a lesson in division
in solidarity
in passion
in apathy
in futility
in conquering the ******* stars.
i stand here
as i stand there
and you are the gap
that lies between myself.
one for one,
a sobering realization that inebriation still isn't everything.
remove the labels we cast
and everything is uniquely similar
we are people!
unity already exists,
we just told it not to.
similarly unique,
yet not individually so.
nothing happens;
without its first prompt.