We live with a feeling of mutual fear

I left with more questions than answers

My eyes focused on a familiar hair on the pillow

It can be relieving to want the same thing

Her car passes by with my children inside

Commonalities exist, below the surface and just beyond reach

Some days her walls disappear entirely

She’s not the type of person that others forget

It was always here but you made it feel different

Her specter occasionally drifts across our conversations without warning

Missing you but not the other

I'd like to think I've learned

He immediately spoke of her magnetism

Distance allowed for a better view

Taking care of you feels selfish

Afterwards I could no longer reach her

And sometimes how it works out makes sense.