The light across your feathered skin is vacant

It seems as though the only time I ever really see you is in the dark.

Over piles of empty coercing wishes

We never actually seem to touch.

I’ll stare into yours

And you’ll stare into mine

But, it’s as if we’re never together.

But rather

Standing always on opposite poles

Never fated to break the distance

We’ve always kept.

I’ll love you forever

But only as the punch line of a joke.

It means a lot to me

This joke we are.