We are married four years
still she will not let me in
the space she has hallowed
with memories of moments
from before I knew her
She holds herself separate
with that far away look and
momentary grimace and how
she whispers "god damn it"
when no one is listening
I had imagined, given time
we would grow together
so when the sun set
we would be one
single gnarled stump
Instead we are stars orbiting
always falling together
always racing away
in equal measures
ever the same distance apart.
