a cynical certainty I supposed.
A relationship in SMS –
'The Shop Around The Corner' for the modern age.
The James Stewart of my dreams,
stealing my heart with fictional adventures
and words I cannot live up to.
Psychologically mixed up
by every romantic comedy trope
slapping me around the face –
the boarding of the plane,
the long distance love.
I mourn the possibility you held,
the future forecast and fucked.