your love for me
has been diminishing.

and lately, your thoughts
seem to go unwritten.

you were once
the ponds in the Yosemite Park,
the kind so clear,
you could see straight through,
but now you're more like
the Atlantic Ocean,
deep, and dark,
with unimaginable creatures
lurking.

I'd never liked comparing you
to the negatives,
but that's all you seem to
agree with.