7 February 2013
I'm right by you- you know? Though you don't appear to see me. I placed a cushion by your back -and still- you don't feel me. The space between us is glass. The place between us is taken, And Time lends you an excuse.
I fold my newspaper, cleanly. Inside you wince, inside you blink. I betray cool silence with a glance and fumbling I fail, I faultier, So, no longer I'll linger, with nowhere else to be; in-between. Goodbye- goodbye 'til tomorrow.
'Til Next Time • Opuss № I