The space between two people
Standing on a beach
One step from joining hands
Looking away
Pretending that it doesn’t
Matter –
When it does.
An unspoken word,
Prayed under a breath
Dabbed like ink
Sprayed by a wandering
Soul. Pretend, yes
Do. And then Go away.
Alone.
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