The Distant House

Today begins life in this new city of separation.
In this city live only I, you, and some cherished resentments.
The pen's poison tramples underfoot all the heart's words.
I have become today merely a loved one out of necessity.

Love remains just as it was, the way it becomes when truly needed.
Well-being has become now only a rare sighting.

Pain now, no longer in the mind, cracks through flesh day and night.
A new con artist has made home in the ruins.
This point lies today having left that point, though the pull has traveled far, far away.
Everyone remains as they are, only an endless afternoon of distance stands still.

Under the same sky two houses now stand apart, quite removed.
This one-sided living I now know is just another form of death.