#6 Better

#6 Better

A Poem by Fake
"

It could always be worse.

"
We haven't talked in a few days.
Which is totally fine.
Not talking for a few days,
is better than months.
I just hope you are doing okay.
Are you doing okay?
Being okay or fine,
is better than bad.
Please,
be better than bad.
I could just message you,
but I fear I would be a bother.
You of course,
would say otherwise.
I never bother you,
you say. 
They are just words though.
Words that come from a mouth,
two thousand miles away.
Remember,
two thousand miles away,
is better than three.
If perhaps you read these,
would you be proud?
I am trying to be positive.  
You told me not to be pessimistic.
I am trying not to be.
That is something at least.
I wonder if you think about me,
like I think about you.
Once or twice a day probably.
At least that is better than no times.
Right?
Maybe.  
It could always be worse. 
I know.

© 2017 Fake


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it could be worse indeed. Does it get worse gradually though as they move into new 'spheres of influence' and we are left to our own sad orbit around what was once a blazing star.


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