Parting

Not knowing if we will ever again
touch in the old way;
or whether we will touch at all.
Not knowing if I will come again
to this room and stay
until the bones ring and the night grows tall.
 

Not showing (even a chink) that I care
much in the old way.,
Not showing that I care at all –
(no longer on my sleeve) I will wear
wanting, turned away,
with its face to the bricks in the wall.
 

And moving apart, perhaps the sense will harden,
snatch at the old way
only when caught unaware.
Leaping like sea spray less and less often
at steps on the pathway;
a clamour of keys, or gloves on a chair.