distilling into almost nothing.
I'm the misty pearls of water on your bedside window,
the forgotten dew on the unkempt grass surrounding your apartment.
I'm the book I gave you three years ago for Christmas you haven't cracked open since,
the forgotten Tupper Ware containers from baked goods prepared months prior to now--I'm about as primary a concern as they are right now.
could you have forgotten the nights spent, not so long ago, me tracing the outlines of your shirtless chest, the glasses of sparkling Moscato, and how our conversation bubbled over with such fervor? how about the dinners we shared, the gifts we painstakingly hunted and exchanged, the family gatherings we attended holding hands, eyes meeting and locking in a trance, regardless of the idle chatter of the relatives that surrounded us?
underhanded ways of blurting my feelings of anonymity go pitifully unnoticed,
the opportunities I hand out for you to draw me forth are rebuked--not out of spite, but ignorance.
In this moment, I'm content to slip through the cracks and harden.
if you don't know me by now...
Beautifully penned as always. Really powerful and relatable. To me it describes the sad part of being in a relationship for a long period of time. I ve learned first hand and vicariously that sometimes after the honeymoon of a relationship people tend to stop appreciating their significant other, or at least don't express it as they used to :(
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