I'm glad I never met your face;
I'm glad you're far from home;
I'm glad our meetings never came,
so I could cry in bed alone.
I'm glad our worlds were not the same;
I'm glad we had our different zones;
Of time and space; of heart and mind—
of suffering—all which is my own.
For if we met, and found each other
Mapped every corner, bend, and contour,
I'd find I'd regret the day that I met you,
since seeing you would've hurt me more.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 8:20 PM UTC
I'm glad I never met your face;
I'm glad you're far from home;
I'm glad our meetings never came,
so I could cry in bed alone.
I'm glad our worlds were not the same;
I'm glad we had our different zones;
Of time and space; of heart and mind—
of suffering—all which is my own.
For if we met, and found each other
Mapped every corner, bend, and contour,
I'd find I'd regret the day that I met you,
since seeing you would've hurt me more.
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