Tell Me How

This is how it's been between you and me lately,

You are angry, angry at the world,

And angry at yourself, 

Reality sometimes spins out of both of our controls,

And nothing seems enough,

Not even the flash of fate through which I found you.

The last time we met, 

You told me that we wouldn’t let this distance win, 

But look it’s gloating over its victory,

We hardly talk anymore.

There’s you, and there’s me, 

Each trapped within our own lonely heart,

The bubble eating at us from the inside, 

And the only person who understood

Is a few hundred kilometers away, 

Battling their own truth.

A frustrated longing is at bay, 

Making us dodge around each other like two flowers,

Of the same branch swaying in the wind, 

One doesn’t call out to the other, 

In the fear of losing this, us, forever.

So tell me, how do we fill this emptiness?