Together as they live and breathe,
Yet years apart in heart and soul.
They share a bed in name alone,
Yet chained in steel and stone.
Their eyes meet, not their gaze,
Their bodies twitch but not to embrace.
A circus of words only to play,
Emotions are dormant, yet in sway.
One's longing, one's drawing closer,
Yet a suspect of love in between.
The wall stands in unseen grace,
Gentle brushing along their face.
A perfect circle, yet cracked within,
Little by little, word by word.
Only a matter of time itself,
As they move and burn themselves.