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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