I gaze longingly at You…
not the you in front of me,
but the You behind the scenes,
the You I’ll never know nor meet.
I want to show you
just how much I love You,
but my mouth is a black hole,
from which no words can escape.
I can’t come to grips
with this unyielding wall
between You and me
and the unbroken screen…
I beg and plead
but cannot scream.
I still can’t slip free from these
negative narrative tendencies…
So what else can I do
but keep acting out this script
which lays before me?
It’s no Happy Ending…
but hey,
at least it’s something.
Tyler DeWriter 