Time and Distance

I thought of you tonight

as I witnessed your face on a crystalline portrait,

puncturing the mist of an oversized screen.

Through the discrepancy of time and distance

I moved from the chair to the bed

with thoughts that swelled and jolted me

from one side to the next and back again,

never leaving a moment's rest.

A hundred different scenarios

played out in an over shocked mind,

and in each one I ended up falling out

of the feeling that was so familiar.

They called it love but I call it nothing.

Twisting me back and forth choking

back the salt stains dripping from my eyes

I got up once again and paced.

Pace—pace. What good is it to dwell

over something that could have never happened.

I made it up in my mind.

But you played along. Another notch in your belt;

another crease in my heart.