Unfeeling.

I’ve seen poems about feeling too much,
But never about not feeling enough,
None, 
Like the gap between not feeling, and not being,
Not enough,
As wide a gap as was between us once, maybe
The space between lip on lip, on lip, on lip
The space between passions dancing on the edge of fire,
The space lit in hands held over your candles

But we doused that.
In drips that drew from our veins the lifeblood of our love,
In drops slow and steady from our hearts,
My heart, a leaky faucet with no water in the pipes,
Yours, a ravenous dam with no limit to its walls

Breaths, once short and uneven, and hot
Riding the frenzied rhythm we forgot,
Stolen in vacuums of unsaid things, and unfelt feelings
Hurricanes stuck in perpetual eyes,
Calms before the storm that never ended,
Or began

Kind of like me.