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I wrote this more with the intention of spoken word but I thought I would post it anyways. 

I said if you broke my heart

you would revive my pen

so here I am writing 

about Saturday night

and how all I could think 

of were the ways 

I am to blame for this space 

between us. Maybe distance 

isn't the reason for this divide. 

Maybe time zones 

are not the cause for

"could have beens"

going awry.

Perhaps each time the sun

has set earlier for you

your desire fades a bit too. 

And perhaps I keep waiting

for us to be in the light

when it will never be the same

shining as that spring fling

when I sat on your couch 

and the rays peaked through

the space in your blackout blinds

and in that moment 

we both wanted the same thing. 

I said if you broke my heart

you would revive my pen

but I never wanted 

to write about you.

Even between all the miles 

I cannot clear enough space

in my head

to comprehend the chemistry 

that resulted in a combustion. 

You are the only someone

I have made some sense to. 

We said we wouldn't fight

the inevitable gap. 

But all I know 

is that even if there 

was an ocean between us 

there's an even bigger sea

between me and everyone else.