Far away and distant
your eyes elude this space.
If only i could grasp the composition of your face.

Not a picture to cling to
as all has become displaced,
but then again they always say;
memories were designed to fade.

How far apart we have grown,
though you were always there
waiting in your silence,
your self inflicted own despair.

I heard your voice last night
and now it looms quietly in the air
omnipresent, we have a relationship to repair.

Entendres are our language,
a similarity we always shared.
Though we can't lay our cards upon this table
We would risk everything there.

You have so much to lose by letting me back in,
those entendras will never be decoded,
As we will never win.