i don’t want to leave you,

but i see no other choice

i’m so far away from you

in a land i’ve never known

laying awake,

as i feed a fantasy

i’m yearning for your touch

in a distant memory

and the air is growing

so thick between us

and i can’t breathe

no, i…

how could i

predict the way i’d feel?

i thought that i could manage

just a few months away

can’t you feel the needle

puncturing your skin?

lacing up a pattern,

concealing what’s within

overlaying the fabric

of my daily routine

stitched together

while we’re tearing

at the seams

and the air is growing

so thick between us

and i can’t breathe

your pixelated tears

are raining down my screen

but it’s all the same to me

how could i

predict the way i’d feel?

i thought that i could manage

just a few months away