Bridging distances with words built on
fragile dreams and budding feelings.
We spin words and send them to space
retrieving them in little handheld devices.
Reading stories woven by minds
that are trapped in each of their own worlds.
Connecting them in silent reverie
until thoughts are pierced and pieced together,
and filed and stored away in memory fields
where we can stroll around in perfect bliss.
Conjuring up pictures of who we are
and who we can be when we’re together.
When the bridges we’ve built
to close these distances are sturdier than ever
we might then be free to give ourselves
the chance to be the best in each others eyes,
because that’s what love can make us do
whe we see each other in the eyes of a lover.
Everything is silent even the world that is used to us
burning the lines of technological spaces.
These hollow feelings caused by pauses in between,
a bitter taste like swallowing a cup of ashes
of burned hearts and letters we’ve written on the
These moments of silence how easily they can strip
the very foundations of who we are that we’ve built
while discovering the meaning of each other.
But still we have the courage to put everything to right,
even as the weary days pass us by without end.
And here we are still patching things up
because that’s who we are when we’re in love.
Breaking rules, breaking grounds just to fill the gap
that float between us like distances do.
And we find ourselves seeking out each other,
even in the spaces and darkness in our lives.
Hoping that our hands will reach out and find one
even when these pauses in between are tearing us