estranged

little shadows move at vision's edge,
upon notice they vanish into the dark.
beyond the reach of shared warmth,
closed doors are all that i see.

family of bridge burners and lonely soldiers,
we have no room for vulnerability.
still starving from the cold within,
sometimes we feel better back turned.

walk away again, mere acquaintance of mine,
i will make no concession for peace.
pride and independence will fill voids,
where moments with you should have been.