Relationships, touch and emotions are delicate,
Yet when combined with the presumed norms of the dating etiquette,
Catastrophic, like oil and water, the two collide,
Creating stains, heart pains and unspoken lies.
It’s been hard, of late, to connect with my creator
Not by any fault of His, it’s more that I have become a spectator.
Maybe this is something others can relate to?
See, if I’m honest about my reality, these a greater disparity
between what I see and what is actually going on around me.
There are little glimpses when I clearly see him, feel him,
but even then, these times seem to be in decline.