Distance

I think I could love him.

Not the fake love where one seeks another.

I think many things when I think of him. Sigh,

why does my heart flutter?

Where has this jealousy come from?

My heart flutters, I think I could love him.

But I am here and he is there,

where the buildings are tall.

I am here following worn routines, just trying to fit in.

He is there where she is, always with him,

smiling for the camera.

I cannot take this fluttering heart. Only one other time,

and I let him slip away.

I don't know what to say anymore, how to act?

Nonchalant, I must remain.

I think I may have fucked up already,

with my irrational overreactions. 

His excuse has become that he is busy, though he was never too busy at first.

He writes few words, nothing meaningful.

I may need to move on, I may need to slow down, I may not know anything at all.

Even though I still think I could love him.