There was a smooth time

when we would

sit

for hours –

silent, loving

touching hands.

Now we stand

our words are

rough,

our hands gesture.

This is no touching,

There is no love.

image: Pexels @ pixabay

The first po.em I’ve written in a long time. So, I am rusty . . . (and my muse . . .?)

For mlmm’s Saturday Mix: opposing forces (sit/stand; rough/smooth)