The space between us crackles with the lightening of disengagement.

The toxic, iron-fisted chasm haunts my every movement.

The space between us grows unrelenting; our play-it-safe routine.

This  voluminous void of silence is unbearably deafening to me.

The space between us is a haunted and barren wasteland.

Because we don’t bend for each other, we  splinter in isolation.

The space between us is cataclysmal; it’s ravaged all that was.

We ignore. The gaping  abyss threatens to swallow and devour us.

The space between hollows me out, carves the life away.

Until I empty my mind, and continue pretending nothing’s changed.