Masked

So we still have our layered conversations.
Two at a time.
Thought as prose,
Masked as a rhyme.

Distant or Near

Separated by distance, you read my words,
And you wonder what do I want to say,
Let me assure you, even if you were near,
You would still be left wondering all day.

Wisps of Smoke

Sometimes you just dissipate and simply fade away
‘Just thinking something else’ is all you say,
Sometimes you are just increasingly dense,
And when asked, you just call yourself intense.

Around me, yet I can’t touch, you are still but wisps of smoke
Smoldering away inside you and me, the ashes of our love choke.