a Poem by Raquel Swann
I listen to you speak, and something seems off.
You preach happiness from atop tall buildings,
but echos of your voice originate from underground.
Here I am, longing to save you while forsaking myself in the process.
Communication in the form of Morse Code,
So few and far between, was that an “L” or “O?”
I know what you don’t want me to know
Deep within the crevices of your mind and heart.
The easy way out is so much easier when you run in the opposite direction.
I sprint as well, increasing the distance between us.
My only regret is that I can’t leave the planet,
but if such things were possible, I’d fly beyond the Milky Way.
Trying to forget what I know.