We each reach out try to make connections
knowing in the end it may very well be pointless.
We strive for that point when someone else says
I love you. I do love you. I have always loved you.
Only then do we feel that we can finally sleep
peacefully
at
night

The moon is a haunting shade of yellow tonight,
almost torture to see and not touch.
The piece in the museum so beautiful it's surreal,
the urge to go beyond the velvet rope,
your arm beside mine, knee so near
almost torture to see and not touch.
I want to reach out, make some sort of connection
knowing that someday may be one day too late,
reach through a door and say "found you"
hoping for a smile instead of a scream.
What can we do to prove that we're human
that machines can't be programmed to do?