Two Months and Eight Days I by Barsa Ray
Two months and eight days later,
we do not touch,
our eyes averted.
You refuse to meet mine,
I, too proud to seek yours,
both taking refuge in conversation,
brittle, built on a foundation,
supported by others.
And once we had a silence,
in which sitting apart,
our chords vibrated resonant.
Short Bio: Barsa Ray is a graduate of the University of Leeds MA in Writing for Performance & Publication. She has published poetry in The Telegraph Sunday Magazine (Calcutta), The Brainwave and other publications. She is one half of a pair of writers trying to promote unpublished writers through the website unnamedauthor.com and its associated e-books. She has written and produced a play for the festival at the University of Leeds.
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