Can you hear this? No,
Or I would not be asking,
Silently begging.
We are worlds apart
Floating so close in tinted,
Undulating in
The viscous tinted
Fluid. We do not reach out.
What is there to touch?
Or to be touched by?
Joined in our separation
By the crushing pain,
The death agony
Of our poor sad dying love;
Silently begging.
Mike Lesser