Conversation

Before we were separated, I remember how
Words generously splashed from my mouth
They flowed freely in your company, sustained
By physical presence, glorious voice breathed through human lungs

Our words could be a dexterous dance, ideas weaving themselves elegantly
Into a tapestry of sound and silence
In those exchanges our mouths became a womb,
Birthing thoughts that burned with a life of their own

Sometimes we felt deeply without speaking
Sometimes we talked and talked but felt nothing at all
But either way, my understanding only ever scratched the surface
Each time we met my attention wandered, dulled by familiarity

I had neglected the rich and infinite depths of our dance
A discovery made now in its painful absence
As we search for each other on-screen, past the pixels and audio output
Our limbs are stiff; a live feed displaces mystery