Poetry her quiet words...

Echo & Narcissus
six feet has never felt so far
not when we shared a room,
an evening,
a silence.

the space between us then
was a breath,
a glance,
a laugh that filled the air.

but now, the space between us
is an ocean,
tides of silence
pulling words back to shore
before they reach
the edge of your breath.

six feet apart,
and yet it feels like miles
an ocean,
and we are islands,
lost in the same room,

it’s in the silence,
the words that choke before they form,
the way your eyes drift away,
as if looking at me is
too much...
like looking at yourself.
 

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