Estranged

He sits beside me but feels distant,
like I'm watching him from the other side
of a thick window.
He jumps, gets promoted, high-fives a
friend, presses intentively on his laptop,
and tosses another shirt into the dirty laundry basket,
then lies carelessly on my bed.
There's nothing much present for me,
no candlewick to catch my fiery match.
I stare down and he's twiddling his
thumbs, smiling sheepishly, sucking his
tongue like a child drifting in class.
My body clenches - can he not see this need?
Last night I planted ten kisses on his neck
and he yawned in some other world.
One that I've outgrown.
My soul-cup rocks, emptying;
I'm thirsting like a butterfly in a field of dust.

Reviews

[Magdelena]

Omg this brought tears! I could feel the pain seeping out, like a jagged knife tears trough tender flesh. Amazing how a few words can either make us feel or just read. Huge impact here, for yours make the reader not only relate, but get inside, your thoughts....
Truly felt this one!

Mags xo

[Kay]

Thank you! =)

[Ghost]

Such a sad longing poem. I feel sorry if you are losing someone you once loved or still love.. You touch my heart with your words.. Thanks for sharing

[Kay]

It's really nice to hear when a poem has touched someone's heart, thank you. =)

[Ghost]

You are very welcome.