Intimate Strangers

People who become strangers after a while

Our bodies had a language secret
that with delight we spoke so well
over time however the language withered
from each other we now were repelled

Now from a mere touch we recoil
and often times we just apologize
for such contact now forbidden
alas the relationship has died

Now co-habitation such a burden
but still bound by moral ties
With absence we're comfortable
and with misgivings we now reside

The End

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