So quickly the erasure has begun
as pieces of me are being removed.
From that heart, I’ve been gutted out
from that mind, my reflection turned into shards.
I was suppose to know it was happening
that the coils my hair makes no longer brought joy
and understand that a betrayal was for me to take notice.
But it doesn’t matter now, as all the tenderness
as all the dreams, like abandoned leaves, dwindle away
trapped in a dusty old box filled with memories, well forgotten
displaced by some new desire to excite the tête-à-tête.
So quickly the erasure has begun, in one day
what once was comforting as a simple embrace, a brush of the hands
is being replaced with talk of sleeping arrangements.