distance;
i keep the distance between us.
we cant touch nor talk.
as i tip toe past your bedroom i make sure to not let a creak sound the floor...
i freeze
my body becomes a muse to the world around me.
reoccuring
once
again
i want to speak.
my mouth cries silent whispers into the air.
ive managed to perfect silent tears.
replaying to many times i cant concur what is real and what lies.
your figure is now a lost presence.
a secret is what this is.
one i shall keep and not speak.
my mouth sewn shut.
a muse to the world around.
a muse to my loved ones who refuse to listen.