31 March 2010

This Reality

I am not blind
but I see nothing
about you that
I recognise

Features wear the
same familiar smile
when freed
of its veneer

But there is no
passage of intimacy
no bonding with
the past

It is where I
languish in words
said with passion
lost for meaning

Your care-worn
eyes stare distant
toughened by
this reality
© 27 February 2010, I. D. Carswell