Shells of who we used to be,

Walking around in a strange dance,

Avoiding eye contact and sentiments,

An invisible force repels us from each other,

Silence echos and engulfs the already fragile heart,

Cracking our hearts of glass,

We don’t hear each other, only react to the words we believe we’ve heard.

Resentment and frustrations, none of which we communicate,

Soon enough, we don’t seem to know each other,

Merely two ghosts haunting each other’s memories.

November 2019- R1

Illustrator: Sacree Frangine