Sometimes I wonder
If perhaps my heart
Would have a better chance
In another world,
Or over across the ocean.
So many days,
I feel that pull
But I’m never sure if the place
That holds my love
Feels the draw that
Begs to be allowed to consume
The soul.
Maybe if I were to put distance—
A great divide,
The heart would stand a chance
For love without looking back.
Sure, communication
And memories, they wouldn’t have to cease
But like the beats of drum
The thrum would have more dissonance
Due to the branching of space,
Separating.
It’d alter the sounds,
Perhaps some silence.
Is there a chance?
Will the heart get such of one?
I don’t foresee it.
I’ll always end up losing,
He’ll always be the soul that won.
