Wishful Thinking

and so in my warped imagination

I believe somehow you feel something

something similar to me

desperate

I run through words, hunting clues

scrutinize deeper and deeper

til the words separate to letters

and fall off the page

it would be of course be easier

without words, just sight alone

the impression made more real

a longing for human contact

so desperate

I run over scenarios

yearn for advice

but until I make that leap

and speak what I feel

and not what I ought to say

the probable will always be possible

and reality only fictional

but perhaps you can help and

separate the void between the two?