We Become Strangers

It must've been painful

for me to become a stranger,

a stranger to you.

A knot in my stomach I cannot

even begin to untangle.

Now you stare at the 

black eyes of statues,

hanging onto just a thought,

a blind hope for things

to simply change back.

Empty like a gutted fish.

The clock is ticking and I

won't save you this time.