Estranged

I know of a place where you and I

will be happier.

A place where no lingering after-images

of yesteryears will haunt us.

A place where we could belong

but not together.

We will find company of each other’s sorts.

People who would understand your visions

and love my art.

Our lonely quest for solitude will end

Our afflicted selves will mend.

I know of a place where you and I

will be sincere.

A place where no affections are affectations

for the unfortunates who reach for us.

A place where we could love everyone

but not each other.

We will find solace for our souls.

Lovers who would ease your boredom

and soothe my woes.

Our detached sensitivities pacified

Our frustrations nullified.

All that we seek we will find

in this place of mine.

But I would rather have you with me.

Such estrangement will kill me eventually

 for I'll be happy yet empty.

This is how lovely I find you

how badly I'll miss you.