I’m not supposed to fall in love with distance.
I’m supposed to fall in love with the esoteric;
Like spirits, soul, and spiderwebs.
I’m supposed to fall in love with warm bodies, and
But instead I fell in love with concepts, and weather,
And roads, and plane tickets.
The untouchable beings, and limits.
I fell in love with tangled hair, and voices from far left, and
I fell in love with how your voice echoing
Attack inside my head
And not caressing embrace
To my closed hands.