Like flashing headlines,
Deadlines occupy our minds,
Keeping our reality in check.
Other tasks are dotted lines,
Allowing us to fill in whatever we like:
Is coming back to haunt us yet.
We are separated by a few miles,
And you still have me on speed dial,
It has been awhile.
But, until one of us has a change of heart
We can't move forward.
© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020.