you don’t feel it anymore
it is not fair to cry liar in the face of modesty
humor me, irony,
that the novelty of loving me hasn’t yet faded
yet here we are, both jaded by lack of communication
we are numbed,
neither of us notice the ghostly touch of distant thumbs
as they prey on rain kissed cheeks,
these secrets we still keep,
the summer heat that steeped in has long since seeped back out,
a wanderer.
today was the day i finally died
and it felt like nothing.