Transition

What is this pull that I feel?
Cheerless eyes deflect glances.
Where does your mind wander
when you sleep?
Are you propelled to another galaxy,
where I cannot retire?

Why do you not beam
or glow in the velvet midnight air?
Repelling movements remind me
the issue is ever-present
despite your calm persona.

Your touch is cold,
eyes of pure ice.
Such a sharp change from
your fond look of old.
Trace my pout with your fingertips,
a kiss for old time�s sake.

I dream of your return,
of our reunion and reconstruction.
I miss you...
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