Row

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.