In People in Rooms, Gemma Meek captures a moment of quiet survival--tempting fate, watching the bridge at days end, and finding small refuge in Bukowski. A raw, unvarnished glimpse into solitude, longing, and the fragile act of getting through another day.
In this haunting poem, the speaker confronts the overwhelming silence and isolation that comes with loss--both of their voice and a deep emotional connection. The landscape looms vast and dangerous, mirroring the distance between lovers, where the presence of another, intangible force slowly consumes what once was. A poignant meditation on fading intimacy and the slow erosion of love, this poem paints a vivid picture of two souls drifting apart like lines in the sand, washed away by time and circumstance.