you're sitting
on the other side
of the bed
watching me write
but we're worlds away
forever apart
it's sad
you hardly ever
look in my
direction
anymore
for fear
of something
maybe one of those
chemical
reactions
in your brain
I'm sure.
I'm sure.
one of those doors
that should be left shut
I'm sure.
I'm sure.
emotions
were never
your strong
suit
--mine either
I suppose--

you're sitting
on the other side
of the bed
but I can't even
reach out my hand