I missed you by a minute
And lost you by a mile.
Where will you be in ten years
And where will I?
Time is relevant
And so is pain.
Going up closer to this full moon
(That coincidence could not have coaxed)
Makes me feel regret in the metaphorical way.
As I look up
It looks back at me
With a question in response
To every one I ask it.
But the difficulty lies not only in asking
But in understanding.
Perhaps there are ways to find answers
But this world fails me
For all the encyclopedias and atlases
Could not define nor correlate what I feel for you
Nor place it as a physical truth.