Stirred awake by flashes of dissidence and cold sweat droplets that disparate as quickly as they accumulate between the empty spaces between my body
Resting between the coarse cool sheets that find a way to caress around my body as if being held by a long lost love.
These apprehensive thoughts, long and drag out for hours from the day yet to pass.
Knowing what should be but feeling what it is to be.
To be together, is to be alone.
Words never spoken during this uncomfortably familiar waltz around this parable of a forced embrace from a stranger so well known.
Hour upon hour, step upon step.
Eyes set forward with peering glances met with slight smiles and eyes forced to the ground.
Still the day Carry's on.
Distant shores hence traveled so as to leave crippling judgements behind.
Still here leering yet to find a pace to set in mind.
Never to gain ground.
Foundations once laid a paved path.
Now walls of stone raised by own hands divide this puppeteer's act of tandem bliss.
Stand alone hand in hand.
A life that is so bland.
With outreached efforts followed closely with overlooked timid admiration.
Fueled by bewildered affection hindered from hesitation of unacceptance..
Coarse sheets laid sparse rising and falling upon our body's.
Still in-between the cool sheets lay flat between the empty space between us.
So much life yet, nothing retained with in this vast void of our own making.
Tempting, inviting is the thought of this void ever-growing never ending.
Still this idea is
..
over flowing with thoughts of
you.