Outstretched heart strings
Strummed like a flimsy guitar
So many miles from where you are, I sit
Impatiently and so weighted with anxiety that I fidget like a child
I am, at most, a wild ride that you will recover from
A streak in the sky from a passing plane
The arched white line is proof of something I fear will always remain fleeting
A gash, but the bleeding will stop
And I will be but a vexatious scab
That doesn't even scar
So far from where you are
It is as if I am not even real
Outstretched heartstrings
But no music you can hear or feel
Just the vibration of
A vanishing love