passion (less)

We used to embrace.
Staring at each other.
Lost in our love.

But our moods soured.
All things end,
and when the pen dried
I started sleeping
on the couch.

We'd pass in the hallway.
speaking, but not
saying much.
Sharing long, cold breakfasts
Silent.

You will leave.
And I will be alone.
And forever reminisce
about the days
when I wrapped myself
in the velvet comfort
of your words.