two points on a flat surface
is a straight line says, Euclid.
I keep thinking about that.
I keep thinking about your eyes.
and how, I could look straight
into you with just a stare and
understand you right away.
But isn't that wishful?
Could it ever happen?
Can it ever be that easy to
understand each other?
Perhaps, a certain distance
could afford such honesty.
But If Euclid could draw a line
between our beginnings
and endings, and called it
optimal-
We could both have easily
surrendered to such mathematical
efficiency and laughed ourselves
loose through all possible
geometrical angles.
But we've emotional detours.
Curves of memories that
push us in loops to take us through
scenic routes of denial, ego,
and longing.
The destination remains
unchanged, but we arrive
exhausted from unnecessary
weather, because life or love hardly
aligns well on flat surfaces.
The Earth curves.
Space-time bends.
Gravity distorts trajectories.
And, even light learns to bow
around massive objects.
And I know the thing between us-
if not massive, it's not easy
at least to come around it.
Every short path of mine
has warped my universe to
become something stranger
every time I've tried to
reach you.
Every effort to reach you directly
only taught me how deeply
the reality bends around desire.
Perhaps that's why I still
circle you instead of arriving.
Maybe some people cannot be
reached through straight lines
alone. Love perhaps is a loop-
and through a beautiful distortion
of distance and return,
I shall learn to spiral better
to reach you again.