Distant

Lately you’ve just been
Distant.
When you talk to me you are there but
You just don’t seem to listen.
When you are next to me
My whole body is still straining for even the slightest contact
But it seems like yours isn’t
And it did before.
And when you look at me
The looks don’t feel as deep
As they did not all that long ago.
And even when I say something as simple as
I miss seeing you
You agree reluctantly and then
Change the subject
Perhaps I’m misjudging the most noble of intents
And I’d love to hear I am
I just can’t escape the feeling that you’re not staying quite as close.
And maybe I haven’t been interesting
I don’t expect you to hold a whole conversation
By yourself
But I expect to hear the affection in your voice
Even when the words mean nothing
I hope to feel the little things
Your hand running lightly up and down
The inside of my arm,
Coming up behind me
And encompassing me in you grip,
Or to look up from writing
To find you smiling as you watch
Telling me more than words
You are thinking about me.
And lately
You’ve been short with me
Sometimes even misdirected anger
Has aimed itself my way.
It’s not your fault
that we’ve been apart
When we are this young
That’s out of our control
But I still don’t see why
You’ve been distant.
Perhaps this happens to everyone
Perhaps I too am becoming a recluse