how long

when did you turn the poetry of your being into words of sorrow?
why did you turn the beauty of what you are into lashes of hate spewing from what used to be such a sweet tasting tongue?
ashes now fall from what was the sparkle in your eye
the space between us that i once longed to fill with you is now as dry as a desert lacking sand
and i'm drowning in it
whatever happened to the rotation of the world as the universe revolved around us?
now along with the sun and moon we fall into a never ending cycle of what we never say
and now we are condemned to stay exactly where we are, in time, in space, in-side-out