We pass in the hall
Like strangers
In a hotel corridor;
The roaring silence
Slams against the walls,
Echoes through a house
That was once a home.
An accidental touch --
We hasten to
Murmur apologies,
And quickly
Retreat to our
Respective corners.
I signed on as a lifer
Yet I have tired of
This cold war.
The wounds are deep
And need care.
I miss you
But I cannot
Find the bridge
To us.
I await in my bunker
For the dropping
Of the final bomb.