he whispered in
the space between
the seasons
how is it that no
one sees-
the way she left just
like autumn does
in shattered pieces upon
the leaves.

we sit over breakfast. the coffee in your mug curdles.
i choke down the words i should use to apologize with my cereal.
you stare at your plate with an intensity to match your eggs. cold.
our eyes are pleading with the other to understand but neither of us
looks up.

                - what long distance did to us