i know you are out there
in the dead of the night
i let you in
you creep with caution closer to me
i guide your arms into mine
the warm scent i recognise so well fills my nose
i pull you in
closer
and
closer
distance will not tear us apart

and when you leave
be sure to move on
for our happiness will be captured in our memories
do not dwell solely on the past
as there is still a space in my heart for you
where you will always last

distance is just a measure after all
we both see the same moon and stars
simply from another angle

just know i am only several miles away
and i am still thinking of you

His unbidden reply
Perched on his lips,
Smoldering like gray coals.

She stared back at
His empty completion,
The sudden silence smelling of
Rotting tomatoes.

As they parted, he couldn't
Understand.
As they grew apart he realized
She was his prop,
She was his heart.

He was heartless.
It was hopeless.

She was gone in the dust, but
Traces of her memory seared his mind,
Worse than any hot knife.
Time went on at a
Quickening pace:
So did his unchecked fantasy.
He really should have said it,
Before she left.
Before he felt the end.