Distant Thread

Forward future
And backward past
She had been there,
He had been there also
And yet no stitching that conjoined her to now,
Or no measurements that pulled him off from there.
He, a stark freak and
She, a vacuumed desires;
He, a constant watch and unparalleled parameters,
She, a repudiated woman
Trying to stitch her present with a needle in her hands and
He, a distant, broken and puzzled thread;
Ill - fitting her designs
On the blank ivory cloth.