Distance by Luka Marjanovic

Luka Marjanovic

It killed us. Her first, Then me, Revenge. Through underwater fiber cables, Blame traveled, Running one way, Then the other. Deflecting it was easy, At least for me, But it seemed that my acting dream Finally came true And I became the villain At the end of our story. We’ll keep producing episodes, Only the writers have changed, And now it’s just sad to watch, Like Ashton Kutcher in Two and a Half Men. I suppose the distance was too close, Tricking us into the false belief That our time zones weren’t different, And that I’m not alone in the evening When she’s asleep, Or that she’s drinking her coffee, While I can only dream, That we can go out after classes Instead of sitting alone in rooms With headphones in our ears, As the Internet breaks Under the weight of our needs. The blame is gone now, We parried it to pieces

Until it fully disappeared. The past is buried under the Atlantic, Just another gigantic pile of garbage Floating through its waters.