Form Poem: Sestina

From the beginning I tried my best to make wise
decisions, but now I can't figure out why.
Everything always seems to go wrong with us.
I wonder where we can draw the line? And how does
it cut us? Strangely, I'm dying to see if you can make
the leap over the void that will create this distance.

I keep trying to pinch this distance
you have forced between us, but your wise
expectations find me empty. You can't make
me change to fit your mold. Why
should you alter my character? Does
everything I say affect us?

Let's find something to carry us
back home. Your words are so distant-
the tragedy of this battle. Does
it finally teach us to be wise?
Or will it just prove to us why
this journey is too long to make.

You left. You're gone too long. Don't make
me watch the end of us.
Could you please just tell me why
all we know is distance?
Tell me why I wasn't wise.
This shouldn't happen; it always does.

I shatter. Does
this now make
me see my unwise
apathy toward us?
Now this distance
is too much, why?

Why
does
distance
make
us
wise?

I don't know why. Now we are wise.
Absence does. Again, we are us.
You closed the distance I hated to make.