Question

The miles stretch out like empty track,
A heavy weight I cannot pack.
You mean the world, you mean the sun,
Yet here we are, the hard work done—
Or trying to, or trying not,
To loosen up a tighter knot.
To step away, to take a pause,
To test the quiet without a cause,
Should feel like rest, should feel like air,
Yet every silence leaves me bare.
How do you put the phone aside
When all your thoughts in theirs reside?
How do you tell the heart to sleep
When what it holds is far too deep?
The maps are cruel, the hours wide,
A river flowing on each side.
We try to breathe, we try to break,
For any sanity's dear sake,
Yet letting go for just a day
Just drags the heavy miles away,
And leaves me standing in the dark,
Still reaching out to catch your spark.