perhaps what stands out is that he said i'm as charming as i told him he was. i remember lying on my bed, prostrate, feet up in the air, a girlish action of twirling my hair around my fingers. it's been a while since i spoke to someone while lying on the bed.

i love thee from afar

i love thee from a distance,
rumbling clouds that drift
over my head to yours.
raindrops that rise again,
pitter-patter upon your cheek.

by the road each street lamp glimmers
shardes of hope that
pierce dreams into my soul.
by every dream that enters
the distance quelling.

i love thee from a distance,
the love turning to disdain.
putrid.
you twist and turn -
my love into a mimicry of love.

take the yellow pill,
you fall asleep,
your face unlined.
unbecoming, innocent.
devoid of emotions that captivate.

i love thee from afar,
let me count the ways.
not one, not two.
in everyday, in many ways.
in my life, you live.

i beckon to you when i wake.
your number's the first i call,
deep in bleary sleep.
to call, to connect, to
make sure i reach out

i love thee from afar,
your number appears to me.
i keep thee away to love thee more.
this much-
comprehend you?

reach out to you in some ways.
that in some obscure corner of the world,
i might linger in a figment of your thoughts.
that in your unlined sleep
i may slip in as a shadow of a memory of a dream.

i love thee,
a love steadfast.
a love complacent in knowledge.
that no one could ever have a hand in fate
again.