I extend my hands,

I know you are not there,

But maybe if I arch enough, I could feel you almost there,

Maybe the distance of across the continents will somehow seem less,

So, I text, take two steps forward,

I try to reach out,

And then I take three steps backwards,

Isn't this how you do it,

I type, I tell you everything, I cry, I tell you how much I miss you, and how mad i am,

Against some faint hope to get to look at you and hear your voice,

And then,

I erase it all, take all the steps backwards,

Isn't this how it is supposed to be,

I have given up on hopes of our reconciliation,

I can no longer fight,

So, I sit there

turning to you even when I cannot turn to you.

~and i have been caught again in the act!