I can't see you through the mist,
and when I close my eyes,
I hear not the still breeze of your voice,
just an emptiness and sometimes, disturbing thunder,
I find no peace in them.
I still feel remnants of yesterday's fire burning,
the last dying ember struggling to survive,
and maybe we should fan these flames of yearning,
but with our mutual disinterest...
I feel my soul peeping at you through my eyes with slight disinterest,
and hear my heart thinking, “how did we get here?”
*****April 24, 2013*****