I guess it's time to move on.
Because this is that
and that is this.
Without words, there's a shift.
Our disposition sways.
The sentiments and gestures
it all festers
in the small space between us
because it just doesn't
have anywhere else to go.
No matter how busy I make myself,
it's still there.
Pounding on the cage
in the back of my mind.
I never wanted to let slip
the anguish
which was breathing through my pores.
But it's there.
Emanating around me.
In the small space between us.