So far away she doesn’t seem real
Even with logic the doubts still prevail
I reach out to touch her but only feel pain
Is this love, or torture, or a lifeless game?
While daytime is busy, the night brings unrest
Then sun brings regret, and jealousy the rain
Phantom excursions planned out so freely
While the keys to my cell sit still all the same.
Conclusion of thought yields disappointment
As reality’s consumed with fourth degree burns
Metaphysical magnetism, attraction so strong
But misplaced in time, can hearts still go on?
Needs and wants wrestle in perpetual fear
And our desires are often more far than near
So we accept sad settlements to protect ourselves
But spiritual connections don’t whisper—they yell!