the pain that is longing for you
knowing you are out of reach
i am out of sync one beat too slow to ever catch up to you
the salt in the wound of knowing you is loving you too damn much
because who could not once they have a view into the concrete barriers you put up that are really just a mere half inch thick and inside is a glass gallery that carries the essence that is you.
but a thing this pretty is too far out of reach
for me
and though i feel the air leave my lungs i’d rather lag a step behind then go down another path and wonder which street you end up on.