Unfamiliar

Its been a year and it shows.

It's crazy how

I know that smell

I know that voice

I know that tone

 

I know the way that sentence

turns into a joke

turns into a jab

turns into care

 

I know the way that distance feels,

a step in between our figures

that used to feel like great oceans

separating us like continents

 

I know the way that back looked,

from afar, from a step away,

in every angle, in every way

 

I know how it felt against my fingers,

how your fingers felt against my own

I know the way I looked at them

and used to wish my own were in between

 

 

What I don't know is how

that smell, that voice, that tone,

that joke, that jab, that care

would feel knowing they are not mine

 

I don't know how it would feel to see

that distance, that back, those fingers

and not want to close the gap,

knowing I am not yours

 

I don't know how it happened,

I don't know how I did it,

but I am not yours

and I do not mind

 

I knew that the time would come

that I would not want to close that distance

but I didn't know it would come so soon,

and I didn't know it would not feel so lonely

 

I am no longer yours

that smell, that voice, that tone,

that joke, that jab, that care

are no longer mine

 

Seeing that distance,

that back, those fingers

no longer bring me pain

 

And I suppose there is a little sadness

but there is a little freedom in knowing

we are no longer each other's

and I no longer mind

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Reflections on a past romance. Past the point where any hurt remains and that is a good place to be in my opinion. Some relationships don't work out. It appears you knew him very well before the turn came. Only a little sadness left maybe for old times sake.

Chris