Cumulus clouds

building up


like a child's


preschool

blocks on

the horizon.


neatly placed

one on
top of
the other.

uncertain what

their final

form might be.
and beneath them


we dangle
and tangle

in mid
afternoon
conversation



looking for
a word


stretching for
an emotion.


what left
footed


dancers
our hearts

we have

become…



both of us


unwilling
to be

the first
to admit

that our
relationship


wasn't ever
love

to begin
with.