Alienation swirls in the air that rests between you and I.
Its tendrils snake their way deep into all that we shared.
All it touches turns sharp, leaving us ensnared.
I seek to dull these pointed ends, so I try.
I cut my hands as I do, bleeding as I sigh.
There is now detachment where there once was care.
Slow disintegration besets the decay of all that we shared.
Some things grow to hurt, and I don’t know why.

More separates us than the distance between the lands.
Connection is something to be desired and found.
I take all the reasons I have to disconnect and forget.
Time shared is disentangled and separated into strands.
The ties that kept us intertwined were loosely bound.
Memories once fonder grow to be laced with regret.