I sat around the dining table Surrounded by family, bombarded with Christmas cheer; And as I made my small talk and pleasantries, I realised I wasn’t even there.
My physical self sat and ate turkey and ham, But my head stayed confused, eyes vacant and smiling on cue. The ones I love the most are those I feel further apart, There is palpable cold distance we all chose to chew through.
But have you ever felt that? That tension on your chest? Knowing you couldn’t be further apart, From the place you used to nest.
I prefer physical distance and it’s less confronting ways; I can pretend my family is close, I can fabricate the bond, But when placed in a room with nothing to say, The cold tense air makes it impossible to respond.
People grow apart, They move or they move on; And one can always rely on the many ways to measure distance To ensure that the person is truly gone.