23 July 2012
I pull my body close to yours but feel nothing. Not warmth or repulsion. And I being to question the true beating of your heart.
Was it an allusion? Was it that long ago that this love grew so cold and barren? It seemed so strong then, unbreakable, exclusive. When even your voice sounded exotically new.
How did our union become stale, my love? That now it appears we tolerate this shared life without passion.
I long to return to the beginning. For you to gaze at my body and smile with desire. I want to feel you want me and not have a disappointing fumble in the dark.
You pull me away and I know it's futile. You're busy with work and the bills. I walk away and you do not follow. We're just two minds with two separate wills...
Drift • Opuss № I