I sometimes hate the world.

Not in some dramatic, burn-it-all-down kind of way,
Just in the way that it’s too big,
Too spread out, and too good at keeping things apart.

Where’s the love that beats distance?
The kind that survives what our grandparents crossed?
They moved through oceans, deserts, and lifetimes—
And here we are, with planes and highways,
Yet love still has no passport, no way to get where it needs to go.

I wish the space between us
Was nothing more than a crosswalk,
A button I could press to freeze time,
So I could slip through the night
While the world isn’t looking
And end up next to you.

People say love, real love,
Can overcome anything.
And I nodded, said okay,
Like I believed that miles don’t matter,
As if I didn’t feel the weight of them.

I said okay,
Like there was some invisible road pulling us together,
Like love was wired into the stars,
A signal strong enough to reach me when I need it most.

I was wrong.

This is the song my heart keeps playing,
A quiet, looping refrain.
A daydream where you’re close enough to touch,
A feeling that won’t let go.

I miss you.