Telepathy

The fire spreads in the infinite room we possess. We sit there. Staring at each other. I can feel your fingertips on mine. But I can’t feel the spirit. The distance has grown. It’s getting hotter. The sweat drips down our bodies. But we don’t move. We just sit there. Souls start walking through the room. They look like shadows. Orange shadows. Blue shadows. I want our spirits to connect again. But we both have this hollow look in our eyes. Hello. Can you feel me? Try again. But I have to admit, I’m not trying any harder. Whatever it was, it’s gone. Things gone, and things still here. It doesn’t make any difference now. We both get up at once. We both walk away at once. Talking about telepathy that I thought was long gone. It comes back the moment we decide to part.