3 weeks in 6 years

 

Another letter I won’t see you read
Praying that these words are getting through
Another night, another day, another moment, thinking about you
 
Priceless sentiments written before the witness of a thousand eyes
Like my heart in the firing line of the views of the silent scrutinize
 
Audience regurgitated messages like playing telephone with perception
Everything through the filter of our relative sense of love and loss
Off topic distractions, the awareness of the onlooker is an altercation in my thoughts
 
Getting back to square one to try to recapture the essence of what I want to say
Reminiscing on different angles of another night of day
 
3 weeks in 6 years I saw you face to face
With the majority of our connection maintained on the phone
When I was vagabond and outcast in my own world your voice was my only home
 
You knew me better than anyone ever will when you saw me in my most distorted frame of mind
When a mother's prayers are a GPS to sanity, when I was lost you were the only truth that I could find
 
It feels like 6 years in 3 weeks now that you're more than just a phone call away
But a lifetime's perspective loss and a never dawning day
 
Relative to us is this, when you're in a better place
And yet I feel like I'm worse off longing for your embrace...