Shifting

No talking in weeks

Left scrying meanings

from empty messages

Not even a call, benign,

weeks without your voice

But a decision to be made, now.

Earlier, I thought

it would be lovers to friends for us

a boring fic

working on myself, my thoughts

and from long diverged guesses of yours

I don’t know how this has been for you

what you want and feel

Only one new wrench

a tiny vignette into a future apart

Reality, unchanged

Yet I hurt anew,

missing your touch

my name in your whispers

the time we shared

and what it meant to me

Reality, unchanged

yet “I’m a little sad you’re moving far away”

a tear in my eye

a tear in my heart

and my thoughts torn back, to earlier days

Reality, unchanged

still here, thinking, on my own

wishing to talk, before I commit

unable to open that can, even a crack

Reality, unchanged
the same pressures, still present
now, with even more regret

I still think some distance

only a bit of distance

but still enough distance
is right. ◼︎

Author’s note: I have now signed a lease! Some distance still feels right.