Respite_

I see you distancing as we unravel

our weaves,

so bashful.

Getting to be a dab hand

at unstitching the knots, now.

But sorry, I forget;

you can't tie.

A brief respite from my walls.

I won't lie;

I enjoyed every second.

I can even count them.

Taking down the watchtower.

Enough of gazing at your

empty field.

I don't think you realise

one word could set the world alight.