Proximal Distance

Knees in three inches of proximity yet you're still not close to me We speak but it's as if I can't hear your words Because the emotion is drained out of them and suppressed under that organ in your chest Afraid because the past was allowed to have free reign with your future Self Doubt clouds your thought process and entangles that unspoken past with your present Trying to snatch your sound from the chords for your words through clenched teeth The audacious nature of my own inquisition I tell you to speak but neither of us choose to listen Together yet alone, you have left me before I got a chance to meet you So close to being a lost cause, the how wax burns my hand As I uphold this candle with efforts to unite us with enlightenment Mutual agreeance with perspiring hands that lose promises I guess our hands were never the right fit, nor shade or hue It seems to amuse you The separation that lurked behind the facade Applause for the Most High I didn't know that when I said hello That you had already said your goodbye.