Distance

She looks at him straight in that place that makes him squirm

She toys with the knives and the spoons, the bowls and the plates

She throws her heart where her smile is and twists it in the curve

She reaches for him across the air that occupies them.

She comes out holding a handful of nothingness called space



He looks at the sadness around the furrow near her smile

He toys with the table cloth and the napkin, the vase and the rose

He throws his confusion in place of the urge that holds her hands

He reaches for the denials that absolve him of all possible guilt

He comes out clinging to a bunch of things, amongst them excuses



He searches for big deals that may help explain the situation

He drinks heaviness as his friends order another round of being men

He promises himself ‘never to do this’ and ‘will remember that” again

He holds on to the way he has always been and the way he can never be

He yearns for her in the sunny yellow dress and the happy colored laugh



She searches for small deals, of promises kept and moments spared

She drinks disappointment as her friend tries on the dress that doesn’t fit

She promises herself to only look at the bigger picture, of things that matter

She holds on to chits from childhood, on how he would make her feel

She yearns for him to find her, to listen to things she hasn’t said



They haven’t talked in a while now, they have discussed things though.

Things about other people and stuff and situations

They skirt around the abyss and dump in their expectations

They hold each other and feel the pulse, the sound weakening each second

They press their ears and hold very still, it’s difficult to hear from where they stand


They are doing the distance.