how can one day mean so much

i’ve been looking at my phone every second, feeling phantom buzzes

i slept well, just knowing I could not be with you, even in our way

does that mean I shouldn’t or should

But when I woke, I wanted it again

The simple touch-not-touch that we allow

And now with so much work ahead

I wonder what to do with all the choices, all at once

And the world wants me to stay

And the world will punish me if I go

Maybe the world won’t be able to find me

I am so good at hiding

but if I leave for the mediterranean, for real or fantasy

could you come along, and how long would you stay

Sonnet for the Mediterranean

A single day the centuries envy now

when phantom messages the seconds all assert

untroubled sleep this distance will allow

but still of soul should not imply inert

For when I woke, the wonder worked anew

unearthly want of games and treasured time

to gild the night and gird the morning dew

and reason bolster stronger than a rhyme

Clandestine trysts do not distress a heart

which hides in barricades against assault.

Such worldly care may seek to rend apart

but in this armor fails to find a fault.

If such a heart as mine has met its mate

then dooméd heart, submit to fickle fate.