distance is terrible
this room seems to expand for miles and miles
to know that you are so close
makes you feel so far away.
and flow sheets and red or black pens
are meaningless as my mind wanders
back to you.
i only got a glimpse.
between round 1 and round 2.
I could see some of your hair
as you were draped over a book
drowning in it somewhere.
i wanted to yell hello
but i was too far away
to tell if it was you
so the next round
you flooded my mind like you had the round before.
the first time i met you i remember shaking your hand
i remember what you were wearing
i remember the food you were eating looked so good
there was something beautiful and/or enchanting
about first greetings in art rooms
and that room isn’t too far away
and the room where you are isn’t too far away
but when i know you’re right there.
i just want to be closer.