Rift.

The entering of an awkward silence, palpably
So tangible that it grazes the bare edges of fingertips
Slowly etching upon the soft skin
An indelible mark.
It creeps about stealthily like a rude intruder trespassing
Its presence unwanted, unappreciated.

The gentle drifting about of unspoken words
Struggling to fill up the spaces of emptiness.
The gathering of stars in the night
To close the deep abyss of a vast black sky.

But all-
absymal attempts to bridge the gap of estrangement.

How can things return to the way they were before?

Now, just between two mere strangers-
a void of lost, forgotten memories.