We share the same space,
You and I.
I’m surprised so many relentless years have already passed us by.
I wake up to the smell of your new cologne,
You to the sound of my sigh as I repeat to myself ‘I’m fine.’
We walk inside this house like ghosts from different timelines,
Late into the night,
I stare at my phone,
My back resting against the headboard of the bed,
Unable to close my eyes I drift into the dread,
Of reminiscing what we had.
My free arm feels like a leaden weight,
It lingers close to yours and I die a few deaths,
Wishing I wouldn’t be
Afraid to take your supine hand into mine,
Mortified to have you probably pull it away,
Chiding me with a mild annoyance,
‘Just what do you think you’re doing?
I’ve to go to work, please.’
Just when did it come to this?
I feel I have been betrayed by time,
How it stretched through the years,
And yet felt like a blink.
I was here,
And you couldn’t wait to hold me in your arms.
One of these days,
I might have to beg for your affection,
You would perhaps spare it in alms.