it is late, dear

we sit still and yet

the crows watch   and are wary

ready any moment to fly

you sit two feet away and yet

i can’t even touch   you anymore

can i?

i look into your eyes and i look away

those eyes i so adored

i look at your lips and they seem to be

strangers once more

good only to say words to me

while mine tingle with their memory

so loud i can’t even hear what you say

was it to sit, for a while to stay?

and slowly the hour of coffee now gives way

to the hour of the bats

and if i sit now i’ll have to stay

and i can ill afford that

we knew the time, we knew the days

but nothing’s bringing them back

now i stare across the vast space at you

unbridgeable. you right here and yet unreachable

and  i slowly gather up, like seeds scattered at out feet

the burden of another memory unbearable

for twenty minutes of joy bitter sweet

and you two feet   away

yet like the crows somehow distant

they with their beady eyes

and their black wings to carry them

wings as dark as my heart is today

what with you two feet

and a lifetime away