Offset

when the distance seems to increase with time
the days turn to nights that turn to blank space
nothing's wrong and yet everything's not fine
grating, like a pulled thread in a border of lace

the fire within still burns, lighting up the line
my fingers remember the curves of your face
cheeks tinged deep with the flush of red wine
beside me the bed empty, cold in your place

this feeling's not for everyone, can you define
what it means to feel this way without a trace
this enigma of being and yet not being mine
running hard but i cannot keep up this pace

what i want is not always what i can get
the gap is a void that's not always offset