Everyone likes the stories about joy
because that's what we all want.
You can only read so much about being
heartsick before it wears you out.
It's human to want the happy ending.
The coffee in bed, the white dress
grazing against the sand.
I haven't even gotten to kiss you
in the rain yet, or under a bridge,
or with our ankles in the ocean.
Nobody can say that I didn't give
my best effort, not even you,
but certain battles aren't meant to be
solitary, and distance is distance,
no matter what language it's in.
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