I do not know how
to turn distance
into a smile
as you leave
all else aside

believe me, I’ve tried

lied to myself
tied the strings of my heart
into a knot,
and a bow was all I got
a present to you

believe me, it’s true

cannot see fit
to erase the things I know
haunted by the truth of it all
as far as it seems to go
or as much I pretend

believing we are friends

shallow of me
to think so deep
that there might be a whole,
at least a crack underneath
from there might be a leak

I call that belief.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet