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.
You're Not Alone 