Sometimes,
When the world’s motion takes hold,
I find myself staring at your image.
Bending the distance between us,
Into the gap between myself and reality.  

Where once in front of me stillness flowed,
Chaos screams against your lifeless image.
And now I find myself straying once again:
Fearing you will forget  
what between us that can only go unsaid.  

I am remembering those times when
Words encumbered the expression
Of a love felt without reflection:
The complications of my thoughts  
Simplified
Into that warm embrace.

Now illusions of my longing efface
That sublime meaning existence once held.
Life shifts from an endless symphony
To the world screaming:  
“there is no poetry here”