We stand politely smiling
at opposite sides of a room.
The distance has not changed
for many months.

Perhaps you show me something
I did not ask to see,
or I tell you something
you did not ask to hear.

I wonder who is listening
across this distance.
I know who you were
but not who you have become.

There is a shadow of a man
I pass in the hallway.
I wonder who is watching
from inside this shadow.

You have built a fortress
from the distance & the shadow.

The silence behind your eyes
will never be broken again.
I wonder who is thinking
within this silence.

We are not friends.
We are not enemies.

This is an ending
we have created for ourselves
with distances of inches
& silences & shadows.

© Bob Rixon