it feels estranged now that
i am taller than you, a head bigger
our eyes do not meet
when we speak, unless seated across
each other at a table do we look into
those mutual eyes. Now that we’re away
in different flocks of amazing colours, just not the same
wavelength, I can no longer touch or pat
your silky brown hair, the one that shines golden in warm sunlight
of the far horizon when I see your photos
through the cracked screen of my phone,
just shattered, like our words we do not speak,
like our messages unheard, the new faces we forget
the skies are shaken, let it rain and grow the rampant grass.