There is no mercy in this
this space that we don't share and the
distance. You are the water
that I'm drowning in and it isn't
the good kind of not-breathing. I'm wishing
that summer wasn't so long and
I had ways to forget you.
But I don't
have anything but thunder and storybooks,
tears and memories of nothing worth recalling.
And there you are going on living and
I am sorry that I can't
be the sky or the sea for you.
I'm sorry that I don't have what it takes
to make you smile at me.