Distance

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Growing distance. Yesterday you told me not

to worry about a thing, that it’ll all piece together.

It’s not what you said, it’s the look you gave. Can’t

explain it. Your eyes took over my balance and I fell

for you all over again. Supplying me with a high that I

swore only you could give. Morning crept in. I try to

bring you closer to my body, to feel your skin upon

mine. Feeling nothing but a cold pillow that hasn’t

been slept on for a while. Me, myself and a letter.

Rushed handwriting, barely dried ink. ‘Can’t

keep lying, need to get away.’ And it’s

strange, feeling this still. Knowing

deep within my bones that

this was coming.

Photographer Unknown