With the thought of breathing cities apart
The blood in my veins rushes with anxiety
And my weak stupid heart sinks
When I look at the distance that lay between
And I wonder if the thread that’s been overstretched
To keep you tied to me in this knot of togetherness
Stenched by love that surpasses society’s grasp
Of the philosophy of friendship and the platonian touch
Of a spirit and its print on another like on mine
By yours and the lit vision it offers in my shadow days.
The benevolence you show in my grey madness,
The warmth with which you handle my cold words
And occasional scolding to push me back in my sanity.
I only hope to be yours what you are to me.