Polar

His lips brushed against mine.
His smile was visible in his eyes,
Those green sapphires of mine,
That made my heart shine.

Strange how things work out
We are away, and we are happy,
Hungry for each other.

We are together, and we fight.
We spend the night in different beds.
Our only company is
Our own touches.

The only way for us to be happy,
Is that we never see each other again.
Let's just talk on the phone.
Then we won't feel so alone