It’s been awhile.

I can’t remember why
I haven’t seen you.

There is something
different
about you.

Older.
Sadder.
Lonelier.

I watch you
in your sleep,
curled up on the couch.

I see your tears.

I hope they aren’t for me.

The desire to wipe
them away
weighs heavy on my heart.

Every time I reach out
I can’t seem
to
touch
you.