So far away she doesn’t seem real

Even with logic the doubts still prevail

I reach out to touch her but only feel pain

Is this love, or torture, or a lifeless game?

While daytime is busy, the night brings unrest

Then sun brings regret, and jealousy the rain

Phantom excursions planned out so freely

While the keys to my cell sit still all the same.

Conclusion of thought yields disappointment

As reality’s consumed with fourth degree burns

Metaphysical magnetism, attraction so strong

But misplaced in time, can hearts still go on?

Needs and wants wrestle in perpetual fear

And our desires are often more far than near

So we accept sad settlements to protect ourselves

But spiritual connections don’t whisper—they yell!