The closer I come
the further you feel.
I could not tell you
because you did not want to know
then I did not want the truth
no matter its profound beauty
it is hard to look at your shadow
for so many months
hard to love you
when you put up concrete fences.
On that full moon
I would tell nobody
die with it
live with it
breathe with it
why ask at all?
I wore my high heeled blue shoes.
Someone may know more than you
and so ready to peek inside my soul
while you sleep awake
and wonder about fate.
I am starting to not trust the internet
and it all started in Soho
the information lied
your hopefulness
my mood swings
my answers
your neighborhood.
Little things tell me what you want
and it may not be
so deep inside of me
as I first thought
it could be as far away as oceans are
safe from my loneliness.
Relying on technology and shoes to get me places closer to you
when in essence
it is further away.