our traces of silence

over marks each other, a
dissolving bitter portion, syllables
of apology stuck
in our
throats and a map of
excuses
sitting boldly in our palms

this is what we have come
to over the buckling wall
of the years. the foundations
not strong enough
maybe i've changed, and
it seems you don't have room
for
my change. i

am
incomplete
with you.

i'm contrary,
optimistic,
a lost cause on other
occasions

but i'm a nobody
around you, a shell for
all our memories
breaking through solemn cracks
in my pores,

in front of you, i forget
who i am