Between us there are
Scant inches, a
Microscopic amount of
Space, surging with the
Electricity of our silence, as

Everything
Unsaid lies over us, between
Us, everything lies
Heavily
In our minds.

I find that
There are so few places, now,
Left untainted with giddy
Memories, everything seems to nag me into
A nostalgic depressing, that

Leaves me
Lost, and desolate, desperately
Clutching at
Straws, reading
Between the lines, searching

For some sort of
Resolution, some sort of final
Absolution that will
Help me
Understand

Why
Everything has changed,
Why I
Have
Changed.  

Between us, there are
Scant inches, but
Our minds are so
Far away, and
Miles apart.