We’re together, yet we’re not, wandering
shared space in our separate dimensions,
unbeknown to each, how we’re squandering
our presence. Love, is it your decision
to avoid this rose I brought you, or do
you just not see it? Do I hold it for
you or me? For us? Silence glaciers through
this room, old words frozen in air, dead spores
looming invisible between us. Has
this become our ultimate ensemble,
separate enclosures destined to pass
but never touching, only resemble
lovers to others’ eyes? Always to come
and go, lost stars in the continuum?
Roger Armbrust
October 18, 2009
