Drifting Distance

Your words burn my ears
like a dragon breathing fire,
speaking straight to my heart
like scissors speak to paper.

I find myself counting
the minutes between our silence,
it is easier than listening
to what the silence represents.

And together we cry
as we realise we are drifting apart,
drifting into different worlds
that we know can never connect.

Saffie
23

23/11/14