Living in Isolation

I live in a world all my own

Where time can’t touch me

And happiness is all I know...

...theoretically,

Of course.

I like to think I know it all

And there’s nothing left to see.

But everyday he proves me wrong

By telling me of places where he’s been

With all the things I haven’t seen

And all the people I haven’t met.

I’ve never seen snow,

Except in movies and pictures,

And I’ve always wondered

How it would taste

To stick out my tongue

And catch one.

I don’t know what it’s like

To meet a movie star

And ask them for an autograph

Just so I can stare in awe

While they put ink on a picture.

ThenI go back home and hang it

Brag to friends about it.

Not to mention

That I don’t have many friends,

Only him.

He cares for me so much,

I think.

But he tortures me with his stories

Of frozen cotton balls

And famous people,

He shows me their pictures and the ink

But I don’t understand

Why he cares so much

About this frozen water

Or successful people

These people,

That are everything that we aren’t.

I’m jealous of everything that he likes

Everything that I can’t be.

I won’t magically fall from the sky

Or be given a well-known name

And I’ll never be anything more than me.

I hope it satisfies him

Enough

So that he’ll stay with me

Because I love him

But I don’t know if he loves me

Enough

To stay forever by my side

And tell me about the snow

And the beautiful people.

I know that one day he’ll leave me

For the miracles I cannot be

And I’ll miss him like I always do

Like I always do when he leaves me

For the wonders outside

One day he’ll take a plane

And won’t come back,

But I hope that day never comes

So we can continue to live happily

With stories of miracles and success.