Looking Forward

Late at night, the distance comes
Plucking at the melancholy strings of my heart-
My mind wants to fly;
My good conscience knows I should stay
But what good is an ethereal connection
If it feels like abnormal love?
With no skin to touch or breath to hear,
What's there to tie me down?
 
 
For love and respect, I'd do many things
So ephemeral undulations are nothing to worry about.
When I have fears that I've become
A dying leaf stuck on a withering tree,
When distance haunts me and
I feel forever waiting though nothing is changing,
I'll leave each night
On the trail of good expectation.

Author's Note

If I read this,I'd have no idea what it was about..it's about a long distance relationship !