Chasm

You whisper to me across the divide
The words, forever lost to the distance
Never reach me
A look of pain crosses your face as I fail to understand
So frustrated, so angry, so desperate for connection

But you move not close
You raise not your voice
Just continuing in an endless whisper
The indecipherable tones softly strangling our last chance
Each syllable a note to the requiem

by Lauren Matosziuk

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