Monday, 5 December 2016
You're Not Here
It's like my soul searching came up short. I didn't factor in the eventual this. Being a grad student is never easy. Thing is, I didn't know it had anti-perks. I only saw what opportunities lied ahead using my pragmatic side. I conveniently forgot about my more emotive half and thought I'd "robocop" my way through.
But the long distance love I avowed to avoid, caught up with me. Exposing me and all of my weaknesses. The time difference, ooooh time difference. I hate it with a passion.
She's going to bed, I'm sitting in class. She wakes up expecting to hear my voice, I'm living my alternate reality with a snore. It's always a tussle without pulling a muscle.
The first didn't really pap. Being strangers before and turning lovers overnight was the curse.
But this is different. We've been friends for a decade and one. And now the harsh reality knocks.
Yesternight was hard. Her tears brushed my canvas.
She's stressed, she can't take it.
The missed calls, the emojis, the long messages; it's all messing her state.
Her expectations are intoxicated with hope, but yet, wet with uncertainty.
Now, it's like hearts need glucose shots. Hmmm...