Unspoken

Another quiet uncomfortable moment

lost in a haze of memories,

your hands, my skin,

I find myself grappling

with the loss of

what we used to have.

Your presence,

once a familiar comfort,

your absence,

now a gaping void.

Finally, you reach out to me,

your voice tinged with little concern,

You ask me what’s wrong

as if you’ve forgotten how

to look in my eyes and

see straight through to my soul.

You know me so well,

but this pain, it’s universal,

even a stranger could tell

what I can’t say aloud—

I still love you.