Distant

My hands reach for yours
but you pull away each time.
The sea between us widens into an ocean,
wider than the thin wall that separates our rooms.
We drift apart like the tectonic plates of Africa and South America.

You are never there.


‘hi’ and ‘bye’ are the only words we manage to string together in conversation.
The person I once knew is no more.
I see a vague picture of you but quickly it fades away,
all that is left is a shadow; a figment of my imagination,
A total stranger.
Your silhouette stands outside my memory.

© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.