A “Fire” Sonnet I Wrote Over FaceTime With You

If I could gaze at stars from me to you,

The ones in your eyes would still shine brightest.

You quench my throbbing heart like none can do;

My tempests do not affect you in the slightest.

If I could rub two stones together like

A child, turning friction to combustion,

I would burn a hole through my screen and strike

Love’s raging fun’ral pyre; eruption.

Yet all is deep-seeded within my soul,

For masks and screens smother my expressions.

Twenty-six miles between us took its toll,

And I’m scrambling to make right impressions.

All I can do is press lip-to-cold screen,

Hoping that someday, my efforts will be seen.

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