Prompted by dversepoets.com
It isn’t always visible,
something you can see.
Not something you can name
or place your finger directly on.
It might be the tone of a word
spoken in harried haste.
It might be the sound of a voice
when the meaning of the words has been lost.
The distance that comes from a faltering touch
anticipation never released.
The space where the air expands
between exposed and untouched skin.
The face that wanders into your sight
is unrecognizable to you.
The hair, the eyes, the shape of the smile
unsure, but something has changed.
You speak and I listen to words
that I know I’ve heard somewhere before.
The meaning unclear, the context unknown
there must be some reason for them.
Something here has been altered,
something that used to exist.
Interacting like clumsy strangers
who have never even met.