I got lost in the clutter of your mind

And the geography between us changed

So that lives were disected by chasms

And you sort of forgot how to cross them

And so did I

Because our relationship was like

An un-ruled bedroom

With books and garments stringing across it

That seemed to settle deeping into place

The longer we left them

And while we procrastinated

Over my sistering of you

And your brothering of me

I felt the tectonic shift

Of our bones lurching away from one other

We never made volcanos,

You and I,

We never came close enough to touching