The Unsaid : Adult Poetry

The Unsaid

You seemed so far away

Yesterday.

Though, you sat right their

in your chair

two feet between you and I

and no where.

You would stare

at the television

and I would speak words.

Unheard.

Only to my brain

where I am fluent

in all matters

unsaid.

Dead

you and I.

And I envy

those who reach

one another

through miles,

over years,

beyond death.

Never crying the vastness

of a care

and no where.