“What’s your problem?”
You say you have none,
But I can tell better.
Is it
True love
Closer to me
Than you?
Or, cool
Happy-ness?
Maybe it’s
The miles,
The gap of touch,
The lack of contact.
Why didn’t you say so?
You really didn’t have to.
Would have been
Nice
To hear it.
No biggie.
Keep on writing,
Hoping and
Dreaming:
You can’t
Help not do it.
“Talk to you…
Later.”