Death of Our Love
We don't speak.
Can you hear what I cannot say...
Or have we forgotten how to listen.
We are so near each other.
As near as a star set
apart by galaxies.
Love is gone.
I hold my book.
You, your paper - I fear we
have lost ourselves over
morning coffee...
orange juice...
I set my book aside, look for another.
Love is gone.
We fill hours alone - together.
We don't speak.
Hours pass - days - years-
I could touch you, but I
cannot reach that far.
Love is gone.
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