It's as if you've given up on me,
and given up on this.
I can feel it in your fingertips,
and the empty way you kiss.
I can hear it in your tone of voice,
and the lack of things you say.
I can smell it on your icy breath,
and the staleness of the day.
I can see it in your hollow eyes,
and the way you wring your hands.
I can taste it in my empty mouth.
A taste I cannot stand.