Gaze fixated on the small window,
the screen blinks—
But eyes don’t.

Laze dissipates at the sound of notifications,
eyes glimmer—
But the screen won’t.

Lows disguised as highs that never show.
The screen goes dark,
so do the eyes—

curves reaching,
While you fall apart.
Never meeting,
While you collapse, alas!

So close, yet so far
Like a planet to a star
Whiskey to the glass
Hyperbola to the graph.
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Asher Graves