I went to the doctor today.
He said he'd never seen anything like it.
He gave me a diagnosis that felt so fit—
He said it was called Love Visibility Decay.

It gave birth to pain deep in my breast,
Like someone tugging at my heartstrings.
It made me question earth and heavenly things—
A cardiac arrest within my chest.

It happens when you feel forgotten.
Soft, translucent fog surrounds me,
Making me distant, blurry—
I absorb the dismissal like silk cotton.

The doctor told me the only cure
Is to be kissed by the one you want,
But your approach must be nonchalant.
I follow you,
Because I know where you’ll be tonight for sure.

Now here I stand, right in front of you,
You kiss her cheek, so bold, and so sweetly.
I can’t blame you, though—she is pretty,
And now I fade away, lost in plain sight.
I am gone. I am see-through.