It has begun
appearing,
a familiar
twinge of
excitement.
Is it my
imagination,
or is warmth
floating from
across the room?
Can I reach out
and touch you
without
a jerked
recoil in return?
Will
there be a
returned squeeze
instead of
a disinterested
sigh
that echoes
from my shoulder
where you hide
your head
to avoid
my lips—
once
an oasis,
a haven,
now a
desert
to avoid
at all costs?
Is there
a warming
in our
world,
the melting
of ice walls?
Or am I
dreaming—
escaping
into a mirage
again—
living
in the bizarro
world
of fractured
reflections?
C.W. Bigelow received a B.A. in English from Colorado State University, and currently lives in the Charlotte, NC area. His short stories and poems have most recently appeared in The Scrambler, The View From Here, The Shine Journal, The Gloom Cupboard, Indigo Rising, Litsnack, and in many more places.