an inverse
relationship–
as the space
between us two
has increased
we become less
less like friends, less like ourselves
a direct
relationship–
as the time
has decreased
of all our
conversations
the words themselves grow shorter
like a bird
it’s an event
when you move
my aim falters
you take flight
you disappear
and my field of view empties
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #32
(5) Words: | SPACE | FRIEND | EVENT | MOVE | AIM |
(This week it’s a Whitney; hat tip to Doug at Elusive Trope for introducing me to this form.)
Words and Feathers 
Heart wrenching, yet beautiful. When distance grows between two people whom had once been close, a small death occurs.
Lovely. I like the style. It has a good glow and the extension in each last line.