The need to hold her consumes his soul,
He craves the breath he once stole.
He misses the days their skins touched,
Her smell, intoxicating him like scotch.
The swipe to the right was their only connection,
It was nothing else but a call over the phone.
Behind glassed bars were all they became,
Talking to each other never felt the same.
Thousands of miles separated both of them,
Distance is the definition of mayhem.
Timezone difference makes them tired,
These are things they never desired.
He wanted more than skype and facetime,
He needed her beside him during bedtime.
Thoughts, dreams, and wishes at the stars,
Only to meet each other again behind glassed bars.
