Inconsolable, Inconsiderate, Undeniable
My heart does its own turnover at the sound.
Constant, desperate craving.
Yet you remain untouchable.
So I gazed at you from afar,
I never wanted to take you this far.
But this opportunity was too good to be true
It felt like nature’s own given cue.
Then, I knew
my search was over.
My long walk had ended-not in freedom, not in victory-
far from that.
With an element of pain,
I was met with reality
Such incredible yet perplexing anxiety
Like the clock ticked…
One, three, midnight, midday.
and now I hold the receiver in my hand
I stare at it