Periphery

We are peripheral,

And our eyes do not meet.

I feel you

Sinking into my spaces

Filling those gaps,

Plugging ancient holes

With nonchalance,

Detached.

Our fingers intertwined,

Their form and texture

Is as familiar as the

Slow churn of disappointment

Dripping from head to stomach.

We are connected,

But we are not one.

We are tangled,

But we are not touching.

We are peripheral,

And our eyes cannot meet.