Just now got the feeling that I'm needed for the first time
Used to waste my nights on heartbroken tears
And now you're here, virtually here
Wasting my nights on happy tears
Talking into the early hours about how much we love each other,
Wishing we could hug each other
Trying to make it work but the flesh and blood on our ends keep on interfering
And my anxiety interferes with the compassion we hold
It's making us crazy, but don't give up
In this incohesive rambling I utter,
The day arrives when I see your face on the screen
Gasping for air as I'm suffocating with shock,
This is too good to be true
You're too good to be true
But here you are
A daughter of God
And my friend forever and always
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoetryBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.
