Faraway

I choose not to believe in reality.

My purview of the truth is limited to the infinitude of my feelings.

The only truth I’ve ever known, is Us - The truth I watch gradually evanescing into the emptiness that’s left of my life.

I’m pounding against your walls, only to push you even further into your nook.

You were all the joy I knew - The joy I now see passing me by, waving a single finger, as if to convince me of the finality of its departure.

You’re close enough that I could breathe you in.

Yet the distance would cost me a lifetime.

Perhaps, even a life.