Have we become less then?
Has time taken that moment from us,
driven connections away and left me unaware
of its passing me?
It is like my mind knows, but my heart refuses.
Dimly my head wants to hide,
in covers rich with scented yesterdays,
and not acknowledge the open cut
that is my distance from you.
I lean my head against the nearest window,
ignoring the reflection of a paler me.
The original is always brighter
but more obviously sad.
I struggle against numbness.
It thinks to aid me by feeling nothing,
but I know numbness is only the pause.
After the pause comes the pain.
I have that feeling that is in-between
and in being in-between, has no definition
or true word to describe it.
It is just there, like a pocket of air,
stealing my contentment,
and leaving only sorrow.