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missing u.
monitors aglow throughout the ungodly hours of the night,
thinking the time spent can replace the now illicit closeness,
but a message delivered without delay does nothing to shorten the distance,
neither do hour–long phone calls of awkward silence.
a particulate respirator hides your little smile,
but i can see the sadness in your eyes even from six feet away.
“when will things go back to the way they were?” is what’s on everybody’s mind.
detached from reality, always at a distance and receiving majority of socialisation from a screen that relates only half of the picture;
scared to go outside and risk hurting the ones we love, and losing ourselves in fiction that tell tales of the world we used to know to pretend everything’s alright.
(but it’s not... we are not.)
© NEMESIS
thinking the time spent can replace the now illicit closeness,
but a message delivered without delay does nothing to shorten the distance,
neither do hour–long phone calls of awkward silence.
a particulate respirator hides your little smile,
but i can see the sadness in your eyes even from six feet away.
“when will things go back to the way they were?” is what’s on everybody’s mind.
detached from reality, always at a distance and receiving majority of socialisation from a screen that relates only half of the picture;
scared to go outside and risk hurting the ones we love, and losing ourselves in fiction that tell tales of the world we used to know to pretend everything’s alright.
(but it’s not... we are not.)
© NEMESIS
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