Just barely an arms length away,
Yet with so much space between the two, We are physically Together yet with our hearts miles apart. The heavy rain on the tin roof cries out into the unbroken silence of the night. The only life here is the muted movement on the television. I gaze blankly at the white angled ceiling, with beams of the passing vehicle's headlights dancing about briefly. Regardless if we try to speak the words never seem to be right. Once Something that started out with a flame so vivid and so bright has burnt out. Now we remain with the endless cold dark silent nights, both waiting quietly for inevitable end of yet another beautiful beginning.