i remember
spending the whole day
so concentrated
on her
because i couldn’t
be there
sending all of my love
through message
to make up
for the lack
of proximity

in the end
it was what i
didn’t do
that mattered
more
than the intent
i applied

if i could do it
differently
my instinct would still be
to tell her
directly
not anything else
because what i did
was real
not
a construct

in the end
it was the ability
to not see
that upended it all
my blind devotion
kept me from seeing
intent and reality
don’t always
match
as seamlessly
as we would
wish

i couldn’t see
the blight
for the nimbus of love
that had a way
of making
all the shadows
fuzzy.