typewritten word

i can sit here and pretend
like I didn’t notice you
plotting your escape
hours ago
days ago
months ago
in all your little hesitations
and the way you build your walls
as if you never laid
a single brick
i can sit here and pretend
like i didn’t watch you
sealing yourself away
hours ago
days ago
months ago

but i did.

what did she look like?
oh yes we made beautiful art
it was a real tragedy
this way and that

we don’t have control over
these things.
‘the art is the accident’
i would say
all smugly

The Truth was I had no idea.

Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born. -F Scott Fitzgerald

Real life.

Where names are not preceded by @ symbols, and showing emotion goes deeper than choosing a yellow face with a corresponding expression, and pressing ‘send’.

Where conversations are longer than 140 characters, and people touch each other with hands and mouths and skin, instead of typewritten words proclaiming how much they wish they could. Where laughter has a sound.

Real life. Unedited. Unfiltered.

I hope to meet you there someday.