Slippery slope

This is not a slippery slope but an uphill battle.

No matter how high I climb, you are further,

And I am always running but I can never catch up.

I know everything about you.

I know I see more colors than you, more than you can imagine

I think this is how it will always be: too much.

I have something to tell you.

Like a flower, I both bloom and wilt in your presence

Over these months I’ve learned that you are the rain:

Voluminous amounts of you can hurt me,

Even when you’re gone.

You can only reach forward far enough,

Only close enough so I feel out of reach, beyond help,

Under this facade that I have created.

This is not an uphill battle but a slippery slope.

We are stuck within a loop, a continuous circle

Reaching the top only to slide back down again.

I miss everything about you.

Even when you’re right next to me, I still feel your distance.

I think this is how it will always be: never enough.