moth balls

The stillness of now is replete with silence

Stuffed with moth balls

The mouth aches



How much longer?

Do I hold onto?

This oblivion between us?



When the stares are empty

And glazed

For I don’t know,how many layers were done



Everything seems…so long ago



The entangles

Remain entangled

The coldness has won over



I fail to see you now



Now that we measure

Our distance in once upon a time



With pauses aplenty…