We finally fall asleep
facing opposite directions,
Behind the shield of my back, I break.
Without your embrace,
I cannot hold myself together.

Your scent is on the pillow parallel to mine.
I can smell you forgetting me from just a touch away.
Tell me, how can you mumble my name
as if it means as much to you as a dirty penny?

Your forgotten smile is remembered
not by what I say or do, but
by faces and voices unknown to me.
Why did you start seeing me and
what made you stop?

Define "enough."
Explain how I do not meet the criteria.

When did your touch turn?
Once an electric current surging is now a fine phantom graze.
The mixture of our kisses does not taste the same.
My tongue grows foreign to your name.

We spend most of our breaths on discordant arguments.
Your face is a compilation of everyone I have ever loved and lost.
Our relationship, once harmonious, has evolved into
an investment in torment.

Is this what falling out of love feels like?

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