You lay next to me.
So close, I can touch your skin
but eons away.

Shining brightly in the farthest distance like a neon star
not the North star,
but misleading enough.

Into corners and walls, pits and trenches.

I find my way out alone,
but the light at the end of the tunnel is dim.

There is a fracture in the sound waves when my lips part
They break and bend and twist
when they hit your ears creates a most unpleasant racket.

It bounces back at me like sonar. Deafening.

I will wait here. Together, but alone,
open, but closed
repaired, but broken.