You, who do not know me any more,
wonder at my strangeness.
The smiling turn of my head is
just a head turning.

An outsider now, you
stop at the surface where
my quirky smile is
just a mouth moving.

Opaque to you,
who was once as close as musk;
my words an empty splashing,
where once my meaning soaked you,
I stand apart.
This shy look makes
an uncomfortable moment.

The man who knew me has turned away,
leaving his husk who stands separate
from the mystery of me.