Triage
#11 of Poems
Hope you enjoy this. I feel discontent with this.
We lay together
Our chests rising and falling
Looking at the same moon
Thousands of miles apart
We saw each other, but never touched
Never talked, never felt
Yet we felt closer despite the distance
Through triaging and salvaging we came to terms
That the moon would be our mediator
Our connection
And we lay together
Looking at our ceiling
Dreaming of a time when our hands would touch
And we fell asleep dreaming of a time where we can finally talk, touch, and feel togethe