Unknown

What lies

between us

dormant in

the ether.

What is

between us

uncharted?

This autumn’s

mist

curves a gentle

hand around

the lives we’ve

lived

tears are never

enough

to cleanse us.

You cut through

to nerve

draw no blood:

I leave the room

empty.

The days

recur & recur

safety in silence

yet what lies

between us

will not be

refused.

Poetry