Misery’s Jest

I see it in front of me, floating there just beyond arm’s reach, tantalizing my every thought and action. It extends an arm back with the same reckless intensity, but like me, it is unsuccessful. We want each other, need each other, but we cannot have each other. Do you know what that’s like? Being one of two things drawn together by fate, yet separated by happenstance?

Our only comfort is in the closeness we feel, in knowing that no matter what terrible outcome may befall us, we will forever remain together. Not intertwined as we should be, as fate proclaimed, but together. Close enough to keep, far enough to imagine.

Misery sings with us, me and this thing beyond arm’s reach.