sea of air

there is something
between us.

let's call it air for now.
stale air.

the sargasso sea of air
a calm

that belies
what it appears to be.

it's more about apathy.
that relationship

poison of i just don't care.

most likely you'll go your
way
and i'll go mine.

but for now we'll sit,
across from
one another,

between the unblown
air.