I remember slowing my pace
the drag of reluctant feet
the caress of eyes meeting
latching onto one another
before glancing away
standing with the distance of
an entire metre yawning between us
the air flowing between us in space
that we dare not fill - too afraid
and too independent to allow
such a weakness to show
such sentimental dependency
an illogical addiction to their company
we look away
begging our escape
proclamations of bus schedules
lifting of the wrist for the time
allowing another to pull us away
even as our pulses quicken in panic
even as we mourn the loss
I remember not wanting to leave
the drag of reluctant feet
the swell of the violins crescendo
a minor rip in the tissue of the heart
as the space in between increases
allowing strangers to trickle through
allowing us to finally turn our backs
walking in opposite directions
with a sense of impending doom
a cliché darkening of the sky
the hardening of the outer mask
to hide the sorrow of goodbye
fisted hands burrowed into pockets
ignoring the desire to intertwine
with fingers both expressive and shy
it's all so simple and seductive
another lover writing romanticized poetry
too afraid to break out of the orbit
trapped in this clockwork ellipse
painstakingly closer to collision
the drag of reluctant feet
the caress of eyes meeting
latching onto one another
before glancing away
standing with the distance of
an entire metre yawning between us
the air flowing between us in space
that we dare not fill - too afraid
and too independent to allow
such a weakness to show
such sentimental dependency
an illogical addiction to their company
we look away
begging our escape
proclamations of bus schedules
lifting of the wrist for the time
allowing another to pull us away
even as our pulses quicken in panic
even as we mourn the loss
I remember not wanting to leave
the drag of reluctant feet
the swell of the violins crescendo
a minor rip in the tissue of the heart
as the space in between increases
allowing strangers to trickle through
allowing us to finally turn our backs
walking in opposite directions
with a sense of impending doom
a cliché darkening of the sky
the hardening of the outer mask
to hide the sorrow of goodbye
fisted hands burrowed into pockets
ignoring the desire to intertwine
with fingers both expressive and shy
it's all so simple and seductive
another lover writing romanticized poetry
too afraid to break out of the orbit
trapped in this clockwork ellipse
painstakingly closer to collision