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Faultline
There is a break,
a thin dark line falling
like a curtain between us.
We still talk, kiss and wake,
bodies twined, But there is pain,
the soft sure grinding
between plates of earth.
It is subtle. Trees, houses, mountains
all seem to stand still.
But every second, I love you less.
Until one day, the crack opens
like a mouth trying to say something
swallowing until all there remains
is a half empty closet,
a note on the kitchen table,
a bed still as a stone.
There is a break,
a thin dark line falling
like a curtain between us.
We still talk, kiss and wake,
bodies twined, But there is pain,
the soft sure grinding
between plates of earth.
It is subtle. Trees, houses, mountains
all seem to stand still.
But every second, I love you less.
Until one day, the crack opens
like a mouth trying to say something
swallowing until all there remains
is a half empty closet,
a note on the kitchen table,
a bed still as a stone.
The subtle shifts of love
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sad but true