I’m re-reading the sent email. Not as if I can do anything about it now, if I wanted to, which I don’t.
over and over again, out loud and in my head, wondering if I’m simply something ridiculous or if I’ve found a heart string or two
wondering if and hoping that it’s perfect, could be my very last chance.
or something close to it
beating heart
your eyelids grace the words before you on that glowing screen
and I sit here looking into mine, you’re 2,778 miles away
Sometimes the distance seems like light years, right as it does about now
Othertimes I could almost feel you next to me
A soft breeze is blowing from west to east and I pray that it will life me up and take it with; 2,778 miles away
I’d rather feel it than run from it, head on in the fray
Like running into a burning building for your most treasured possession… yes, that’s exactly it.
Risk versus reward. It’s always safe in box, safe in a room, safer than on the plane, safe seeing everything from miles away.