Veritapoem

there's this thing about distance
the physical kind
mutates into an emotional strain

it's not a guarantee at all
more of an instinct
a gut feel that punches you
right in the jewels

leaving your insides muddled up
leaving your mind befuddled

because the thing about distance
isn't geography
or distrust
or frustration

it's the editing of identity
it's the lack of instant connectivity
it's living a 2D relationship

through a computer screen
through phone conversations
through letters and poems
through time zones

it's a software update
on two compatible heart disks
let down by a lag in the system

it's the strange thing about distance
the unshakeable feeling
of being left behind

of being undefined
because your meaning is miles away

it's calculating the next rendezvous
it's the end of chance
and the death of happen-stance

distance is being clear in words
because your faces are blurred
sending your memories out of spin

so that pixelation
replaces the true life HD person in your arms
as the edges fade
and your sanity follows

that's the thing about distance
being unclear
being inconsiderate
trying to be at two places

divided between the now
and the coming soon

being granted the curse
of thinking before writing

magnified by the ability to turn away
or disconnect
and blame the technology
whose mercy your equation is at
in the first place

love they say
is the easiest thing in the world
distance is what makes it hard
and slowly hardens the heart

you get used to the tears
you grow numb to wishing
you accept the ache

but that's the thing about distance
it amplifies the absence
so the presence
seems more precious

so every minute apart
builds up to your collision
creating sparks
that rival magicians on stage

and that moment
you were holding on for
erases every other
horrible
emotional
and inevitable
thing about distance