Room
Like a pebble on the edge of a cliff
Silence hangs delicately in this room
You pacing the wall’s edge
Me sitting frozen on the bed
The air is growing wet with apprehension
Say the words, just say them.
Now you’ve stopped pacing to look
At me, from across this confined room.
The space between us used to be quite small
Fingers always intertwining
Some sacred thing rested quietly
In the crevices between our bodies
The silence falls like a slap
You’ve said the words, long last.
Now this room is fast expanding
The space between you and I is cosmic.
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