Growing apart

Growing apart

You came up to me 

yesterday, sipping your

tea, and asked me 

what I'd been up to 

recently. I brushed you

off with a smile, said

that nothing interesting had

happened in a while. 

You nodded, picked

at an imaginary hangnail

while I furrowed my brow

and pretended to peruse

through the mail.  

Not looking up, I wondered

when we had grown so 

awkward and apart when

we used to be intertwined, 

two beings of one heart

and mind.