Background Noise

So much time
So many things
Between us.
You are background noise
And the static of
Things lost.

Pain seems to come from
My fingertips
Like electricity
Sparking and lighting
This unfamiliar path
And all I know
Is the keening ache
Of realizing you
Are past knowing
Are irretrievable
And I will not see you
Cannot take you into my arms
Again.

We are citizens of different times.