Sha!

There is so much between you and I.

But all I see is a rigmarole of black and white

ascending every moment, 

replaced by another bunch of black and white.

There is no silence here,

no rhythmic breathing.

No fragrance of your familiar moisturiser,

no twirling of your hair when you speak.

There is none of the shoulder slapping,

and falling intentionally on one another.

No longer those countless expressions,

no subtle layers in the voice.

No, nothing.

We're stuck behind a gorgeous white screen,

our fingers incessantly pulling us down.

And my meagre life pushing its way out

underneath them.

There is just this blank white box in front of me,

and the accompanying endless white space.

And of course,

these inspid, lifeless words.