Yellowed
sunlight streamed
through cobwebs
to illuminate
decaying memories
there was a time
when love meant
back massages when I was tired
and making fun
of all the hair on his arms
just to apologize
in fluttered lashes
my hand
reached through years
just to find his
but sepia crawls over
all of the colors
now when our eyes meet
he mutes the connection,
draining me wordlessly
my smiles are forced
as I hide my teeth
and try not to blink
our history in code
Lifeless
moonlight sits
behind window glass
as if waiting for
permission to come in
all sounds fold & flatten—
creased into static
and my tongue feels
too heavy to lift when it
tries to say that you
mean nothing to me
Surprise ending