Death of Our Love

We don't speak. Can you hear what I cannot say... Or have we forgotten how to listen. We are so near each other. As near as a star set apart by galaxies. Love is gone. I hold my book. You, your paper - I fear we have lost ourselves over morning coffee... orange juice... I set my book aside, look for another. Love is gone. We fill hours alone - together. We don't speak. Hours pass - days - years- I could touch you, but I cannot reach that far. Love is gone.