I didn't know it is still so hard to stand
with two metres of space between us.
It punishes me to know time has told
the story. This space is the story.

I could hear your breath choke as we
struggled for unreleased words; if I
listened hard enough that is.

But I shut my ears and let my heart feel
what I've told it not to time and again.

Pain is this. Space. My back turned.
Hearing the unsaid words of silence.

I could not meet your eyes, it reminds
me of the days I spent searching inside
them for answers. Maybe you knew.

So you left first, turning and elongating
the space further. I forgot when I stopped
learning more about you. I forgot us.

Labels: Poem