I know you, but I no longer know if I know you.



I hear your voice, astonished by its strangers tone.



The soft reverberating twilight distorts your face,



I see strange gestures now, so different to my own.



This quietude where things give themselves away,



We are now detached into our silent spaces,



Our words have unravelled, the truth does stare,



The we and the us, are absent without traces.



And I am shaken that our fever was only an instant,



Where once your echo resonated with mine.



As if each cell of our bodies has been renewed,



Leaving two individuals now askance, undefined.



I am shaken, I need the memories lancing



Tortured like fingernails scraping a blackboard



Disconnected, divided, parted, untied,



A severing of our invisible cord.



Ultimately lost, our faces strained masks,



This frozen atmosphere showing us the way



Sat in our worlds, we have retreated and dissolved



All that is left are the remains of the day.