I can't comprehend the space between us;
What was once fluid and safe
Now scars my smile and my heart.
The jester of imagination fools the memory
For fleeting, stolen moments
When a hiding place is all that consoles.
Pride is an indulgence which my mood makes mockery of,
Darting eyes never settle for longer than an instant,
Warmth I knew so well, such sweet peace,
Alludes the most crowded rooms.
Time loops around my eyes, weighing down those tears
That must now rejoin the earth.
Soon this circle must complete.
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