The Grip of Love

For a girl who,

words always held such power,

 to persuade and convey

to emote and reform.

To know now,

that her words 

are powerless;

powerless to fix anything.

To change,

anything.

Powerless to bridge

this impossible divide 

that grows within us.

How far we've come

to be this far apart.

To be so hopelessly lost,

from each other.

Too many sun bleached promises,

and dry cracked memories.

Too much of the inspiration to travel

to each other,

lost

in endless oppressive days

that pulled us apart.

I, me.

You, you.

Two things,

passing in and out

of the painfully casual,

grip of love.