(image: "Parenthesis" by chris beards)
It is an odd thing-
Such close proximity, despite such
Like looking through a crystal ball at
Smiles -but not the ones I remember-
though the lines of your face do look familiar.
I am like a child, not yet speaking
The world before me
(well, in pieces)
yet I cannot understand.
The why still remains
your greatest treasure
and so jealously guarded.
You keep it, love.
I am past the point of
longing for its rancorous rot
and shall simply remain
floating in the spaces between