Jet Legged.

Jet lagged.

“We can do this.”
We promised, inexperienced, unknowing of what it would be like
To be
Miles and
Miles apart.
Good morning,
Matched with a good evening.
Good night,
With a good afternoon.
Long hours of waiting
And when the time comes,
Fleeting it goes,
As if seconds passed by.
“I’m sorry, I need to go. ”
“It’s fine, talk to you tomorrow.”
But waiting eventually turns,
Into lost patience,
And turns, eventually, into numbness.
I’m starting to become
Jet lagged,
And I’m not even the one who left.
Insomnia takes over,
Thinking consumes me.
“We can do this”, we promised, inexperience and unknowing.
But I can’t do this.