mere days ago,
ourselves, and our thoughts
our lips, and their words
were as one.

in the darkness
of the sunsets since,
a thousand cold kilometres
have crept between us,
prying us apart
like forceps.

it is as if you linger
at one side of the horizon
and I, at the other.

who stands on polar ice:
have you grown cold,
lost heat of body and lust;
or have I, with lack of trust
with fear, urging me to isolate?

truly, I long
only for sunlight
for warm summer sand
to destroy our fragile walls—
and for you

for you to be there,
or be here.