The twelve inches between us feel like a desert,
Dead and barren.
You’re upset but I can’t help you,
Not anymore.
My hand hangs limp by my side, but I long to cup your cheek,
put your forehead to mine.
I want to cry with you, kiss away your tears; I just want to
feel you close to me again.
I see out of the corner of my eye you clench your fist
before releasing,
Maybe you can feel it too.
I force myself to look you in the eye.
Darkness, lust, pain, anger.
I’m sorry for your
loss
He nods quickly and I feel my feet carry me into the cold
winter breeze,
Away, away from you.
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