Dry
I stare at you across
the empty, scorched desert
that has appeared so gradually
and so imperceptibly between us.
The mirage that we were has evaporated,
been engulfedĀ in desiccated emotions
now lingering in the vacant space,
hanging like a burning haze,
scorching our skin,
hung out to dry.
Jon Stainsby
Wed 23rd Oct 2019 13:52
Thank you, Emilia.