I Might’ve Met My Future Lover Today (But I Didn’t Leave The House)

How sorrow sounds on days like these

It was the absolute last thing that touched my consciousness

Similar thoughts have rotated around in my head

But never led me here before

The uncharted path has not been delightful for every moment

I wish to share some of these burdens behind my eyes

But the opportunities keep on growing smaller

I’m putting together peculiar patterns

Feels like pathetic plagiarism

I’ve been spending more time with ghosts

Connectivity is becoming a scarcity

Intimacy a rarity

My eyes burn brightest when the door closes

This writing has been compromised by my emotions or lack there of