Drift Away

Peeping
through curtained hair
steaming cup
scented air
turn of the page
soft whisper
the only sound
in days
I have heard from you.
Wondering
thoughts in my mind
happier days
times of dreams
times of love
laughter
when did it fade away
why did it not last?
Chin in hand
tears blurring sight
I stare
taking in everything
memorizing
features
the strong set of your jaw
the lean fingers
which have pleasured me so many times
aware that we are at an end.
When did we become so distant?
When did the emotions drain?
Both of us
empty husks
sharing a house
after vowing for evermore.
©April 5/20
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