lately, we've lived in mostly silence.
all we do is fight, and go mute,
the remainder of this day
(and possibly tomorrow)
will go wasted in anger and tension.

when you stare at me now,
i see no light, no lust, no love.
as soon as something sets us off,
there's no repairing the damage.

we go to bed silent, seething,
and barely touching.
you never used to be able to
be so distant with me.
what happened?

i am languishing,
[unwanted.]