I see the distance between you,

unsaid and silent as a windless night,

but still thick and strangely present,

holding tongues and bodies apart.

 

Once you were connected fully

in touch and in delicate word,

in looks and thoughts that

were read as if being a favourite book.

 

But now the fire of desire

has cooled and iced over into

this rigid and morbid state of frigid distance,

and what was once living is a shadow’s breath.

 

17/5/2017