You & I
are as a circle
who’s circumference has been invaded
by means of a broken link in the eternal chain.

In comes the army of distance,
with its soldiers standing battle-ready.
& what match are we
against their weapons of pride and possessiveness?

Precarious by nature, we tumble
like building blocks
in the hands of a reckless child.

You are sitting in your corner
painting charcoal warrior lines beneath your eyes.
I am on the opposite side of the room
And I refuse to color in-between the lines.

And so here we are
At stage “failure to communicate”
And we’re blaming external forces
for the fortress we couldn’t uphold.

& every day it gets easier
to walk alone,
but a thousand times more difficult
to block out the sounds of your steps behind me.

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