Our Lives Apart

I simply stared into space and on solitary inquisition and if asked, pronounced her name with deliberation One syllable after another in slow unconscious seduction She might have woven each strand of her hair so I can forever have an inedible constraint Every root meant something… sometimes the length of a storm Sliding one way on our sinful Sundays, and another as transient jealousy drew close Mislaid utterances atoned in song marked in rhythms meant to end when we do Silent dreams extended... and equally interrupted by fate, From that, a slew of words and names that fade… with time with pain Until our lives apart remain simply lives... And memories of us result in poems