“And the longer I spend away from your touch,
the more I feel you slipping away.”
I’m sure these walls I’ve built aren’t what you had in mind when you and I became us. I’ve tried to understand the meaning behind them, but I’m at a loss. Why is it that I can’t kiss you? Why can I not hold your hand? Or, more simply, why can we not be close to one other. Enough to feel the body heat radiating between us? Why can I not tell my body to move an inch in your direction? You see, I’m trapped here. I’m cold without you. And the longer I spend away from your touch, the more I feel you slipping away.
© Sarah Doughty
It won’t be long before
you slip away entirely.