Verity

Distance isn't a remedy

but there's far too much complexity

She holds onto her enmity

incomprehensibly

Conversation brevity

as if we met accidentally

forced familiarity

and furthermore forced pleasantries

She shouldn't be my enemy

the mother of my melody

But that's the way it is.

Distance isn't a remedy.

Distance is a necessity

For maintenance of serenity

And what is her identity?

She chooses to exist separately.

Her daughter embraced me readily

Her son my only destiny

Does she act resentfully

Or solely out of jealousy?

My efforts run out endlessly

I'm done acting desperately

No one wrote a recipe

To change a lack of empathy

There is no special weaponry

And that's the way it is.

Distance is a necessity.

That's my only verity.