Fading/Crossing Lines

Things fall apart.

Everything's shredding

Fading at the seams

Unaligned and disinclined

To make it out alright

Or so it seems

I feel the coldness 

In the space between

The place you should be

And me, and you're too tired

To make it right, too tired 

Of me to make sure I'm okay

Things will sort themselves out

Or so you say, but I can't be swayed

I can't believe in things

I cannot see, forced to bear

Their intangible transparency

Like the line between us

Our hearts losing shape 

Breaking, disconnecting

Shredding, fading

Falling apart

One last time.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Deep, sharp an interesting poetry. Thanks for sharing