Pre And Post Pandemic Poetry

Out of reach

Always out of reach.
I can feel your warm at my finger tips.
Sweet nothings you whisper in my tired ears
That's all they are however, nothing.

How I long to appease you,
To placate your heart with this sentiment.
It's fruitless
Frustrating
Disheartening...

Just another scribble in a bathroom stall
That's what I've become
A fleeting memory
A myth.

No matter how much energy I give
How much passion I sow
It'll always wither
Your light is too far away.

Reaching for the mirage of your affection...
It's like grasping at straws
Childish.
That's what I am
Perhaps the only thing I'll ever be

You're so far,
Each day you step farther and farther away
But I'm masochistic
So you'll continue to find me here
Waiting...

Wishing hurts
It burns.
Knowing your desires will never truly come to pass..
It's torture
Self inflicted euthanasia every time we speak

I've learned to love it.
I crave it.
Crave you...

That muscle in my chest,
It's unhealthy
clogged with over-processed food and heartbreak
Yet
It still skips.

It halts when I see your name flash across my screen...

You're a distant dream
A memory of a life I never got to lead.
So far...
Unreachable
Unreal
But mine

Every miniscule interaction
I'll cherish
Every casual compliment
I'll treasure

Cuz let's face it.
Reality is...
Overplayed.
It's overrated
Corporate.
Stale.

So I'll continue to hold out my hand
I'll continue chasing waterfalls
Hunting fairies in your name
No matter how far you stray
At least I carry with me the certainty
That in this technologic world...
For just a fraction of a second...
You were mine.

Je t'aime.