They never planned to lose
their color.
But as the years wore on,
abrading them –
they’d closed their eyes
to noticing
that they were fading,
drying, draining –
drip by drip were growing
duller. Through
increments of inattention to
each other,
they eventually lost all
sense they were
evading just those prods
to love they
once, unthinking, had
insisted on –
the flow that kisses us back
into life
had turned, unuttered, from
a blink ago
to “then” to “way back when.”
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