The Pains of Time
Tense were the days that bled into each other.
Rooms transformed into spatial vacuums that captured
that captured the laughter in my throat before it
escaped my lips.
Eyes once filled with love now tired and stared
accusingly, waiting to be tested.
Figures relaxed, with legs hanging from the edges of
the couches now lay stiff, rigidly echoing the
positions once held.
Love turned into resentment that filled the heart with
The feeling of happiness sparse and fleeting.
The memory of her touch now a whisper on the cheek.
Experience bore the truth of life and innocence fled at
Growing pains at its worst.