Their sky looks just as large and mysterious
But it vibes of cloak and distance

Their roads extend to on-going infinities
But it feels like home is nonexistent

Their buildings go meters and meters high
But no roof could be high enough to hold you

I can sense you everywhere and in everything
But you are intangible, too far away from reality

It’s like torture to my soul and terror to my heart
To feel you in me yet be too far away from my embrace

 

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a poem i wrote in the car, in istanbul