Intimacy by Default

We occupy same space, same time
Growing numb we grow apart
Effortless, this stale stalemate
Laissez-faire from the start

As days fade into nights and years
We waltz together, miles apart
We're better than alone, I guess
A grand illusory work of art

I suture wounds from my unrest
(If I exhale they'll rip apart)
Like tides heed not the sleeping sands
You wander through my hopeless heart

~sfm 9.27.16