Distracted, Fractioned, Shattered
Does your gaze meet your lover’s eyes?
Or do you meet your own,
in the shiny screens of distraction?
Don’t break your heart on your own scattered attention.
Maybe it’s your smile
that’s so familiar.
Or, maybe it’s your face that I’ve always known.
Our connection transcends
time and space.
We’ll keep meeting in no specific earthly place.
Maybe I’ll see you in our dreams,
or spinning in the heavens and cosmos ,
or some funny place between
technology and electric communication
beeps and dings.
However we meet, know you always have my heart
without any strings.
Those aren’t finish lines on our body and face.
Our soul’s race,
never-ending, so many infinite
miles into the heavens.
Some of us can’t even begin to see, perceive.
Our earthly race,
is only with ourselves.
Let’s set our own pace.
Never crossing the finish line,
but erasing, redrawing, and
erasing them over and over again.
Continuously resetting and
Winners in love,