Thoughts plague me. Words leave me.

I fear we have grown distant
You and I

I wrote

You were too busy

It seems impossible to reach you

Yes I see you
And yes we talk

But this facade we maintain
Isn't fooling anyone (certainly not me)

It seems we are seperated

An iron wall perhaps?
No
A glass wall would be more fitting

We can see clearly
We can talk clearly
But we will never truly connect

I'd cross
But I think
You'd be the death of me