FarAway

I never knew

Just how far

Away two hundred

Eighty miles was

I’ll tell you

It’s the same

Exact distance as

The moon far

For me to

Get to you

I might as

Well be going

To the moon

That’s how far

Far away now

Is to me

ProblemUs

I’m not broken

Neither are you

And there in

Lies the problem

The problem us

And it all

TugO’War (for Java, I get it)

I have tried

God knows how

I have tried

Standing on my

Side and holding

This rope letting

You win and

Drag me through

The mud of

Your life hoping

To eventually pull

You back through

To my side

But no once

I was winning

You dropped your

Rope knee deep

In mud saying

I’d rather stay

Here and wallow

Staring in disbelief

Pleading asking why

I dropped mine

And returned home

Letting you stay

Where you’ve always

Wanted to be

In your mud

But now I

Understand why whereas

Your mud is

Knee deep my

Mud’s deep enough

To drown in

AppRomance (for Java)

A long time

Ago in a

Faraway land called

Romance you showed

Your interest in

Another with conversation

An evening walk

Or sometimes even

Flowers and candy

But today in

The land called

Apps it’s performed

By a tap

Or a wink

Or a woof

Or a smile

Or even I

Suppose swipe right

SeriesFinale

Just once more

One more time

We will meet

Then I’m gone

The series finale

Only ever reruns

To be watched

Kept and revered

Let this time

This last time

Be the one

Which wins awards

Enjoys the applause

And most watched

Until our reunion

Episode eventually airs