Always there was a distance between them.
Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.
Really it happened even when they were in the same room.
Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap
Such that all their dreams could come true.
So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.
Living in the past, needing an awakening
It tries to force you to be a hero
Now if you are in your twilight years you might be between worlds
Knowing you want just one more wild breath
Between the covers lives a synergy of two consciousnesses
Obviously that of the author, but also that of the reader
Organically melding into a reality neither has full control over
Keeping both guessing how it will turn out