If I Am Better than This

The stars you are gazing at 

might have died long ago. 

If I am better than this, 

I might start talking about 

how even in their death 

they still try to make sure 

their light reaches your eyes; 

if I am better than this, 

I would’ve said their sole 

purpose is fulfilled tonight. 

Instead, I rant about how 

I wish to be that burning 

ball floating in space, 

pulling things just because 

I can & when I am done, 

no one can escape my death, 

gripping tight, oh how 

I wish I can afford to be 

that selfish that demanding 

that dead sure thing. But 

you think it’s funny how 

my hand is still on your 

cheek while saying I wish 

to be a distant thing. There 

are days when I'm too busy 

avoiding cliché, I end up 

taking the wrong turn, 

coming back late, & find 

our home slightly bent 

towards the sun, after being 

deprived of warmth for

too many times. If I am 

better than this, I would’ve 

told you how lucky I am to 

get to see your face this close, 

not lightyears apart. 

Reviews

[Jargyn]

"But
you think it’s funny how
my hand is still on your
cheek while saying I wish
to be a distant thing." This poem is lovely but this part is so nicely said it is all I am thinking about.
I know talking about something disconnected and clearly contrary to myself; where my head is longing for something distant while my hand is grabbing what is near. That is the story I get from this, but whether I'm right or wrong that line is just said so wonderfully that I had to acknowledge it.