A mask on a puppet
A task interrupted
A flask full of magic
Is smashed and corrupted

Impervious layers
Incredulous prayers
A pointless proceeding
Is starting to tear

And break into pieces
A forcible recess
I know next to nothing
Except that I'll cease

Your face is my shame -- My shame is in your face
In every vibration emanating from your fragile neck

In every word from underneath your favorite pen
Each character sent by your adept fingers

Inside every careful footfall and each minute molecule of air
Shared inevitably in our proximity -- Inertia of past affinity

Every reminder of your unforgettable eyes
Your distinct frame grazing my field of view

Your presence is my guilt -- They cannot be split
As such I fear our only recourse is forgetful distance