Our letters travel at the speed of light,
leaving us no time to think,
to wait, to wander, to watch,
stretch our eyes until they’re bloodshot
keeping a lookout for the postman.
They are not weighed down
by longing or absence
and I am scared relationships
cannot outlast such
Like that candle burning
at both ends it will be bright,
but we only need dim light
to see each other and I want
so badly for us to last the night.
Again, it comes down
to faith and I just pray
that my words, this poem
burn a little longer so that one day,
I will be able to follow the light home.