There’s a hole of misunderstanding. It hovers between us,
just big enough to stop us reaching out our arms and throwing them around each
other. Just wide enough to stop us both in our tracks, the edge of unkindness
digging hard into both our bellies, keeping us an equal distance apart. And for
a moment our minds are somewhere else, rattling about desperately in the back
of our heads, picking up and dropping thoughts, carelessly. And we aren't
really sure why we are stood here, saying these things, we just stare at the
hole and through each other. It is hard to imagine at this moment there was
love there at all. For that moment there is just deep loneliness, where the
face I kiss I have forgotten and another person is there instead.
