September 28, 2012 § 2 Comments
The spaces between us stretch far longer
than the marks on my body.
Miles upon miles of blank space.
at times I blame the words that danced on your tongue
but never made it past the curve of your lips
or the way your fingertips ran along the length of me
and lied about the scars
if you think of space
think of us.
Despite our intertwined fingers
and our conjoined lives
we were never anything but separate
in our hearts
in our minds.