Slipping

It's never overt,

Never completely out there. 

Never completely obvious. 

Never completely unveiled.

It's subtle. 

Lurking in the shadows.

Always beneath the surface.

Always behind each word we utter.

Always under each look we exchange. 

It's under the things we thoughtlessly say,

And under the things we fear to state. 

But it's there. 

I know it. 

I look into your eyes,

And I know you know it too.

That you feel us slipping,

Wondering if our time is through.

Desperately looking back.

Frantically looking for that mistake.

Hopelessly trying to search for the

fracture,

That broke us. 

When did we slip up?

Did we ever even?

Or did we just grow tired,

And let the distance sink in?

We both pretend it's not so,

Trying to act like it's the same,

But,

You know

And I know,

There's no us anymore. 

No we.

No you and me. 

Just you. 

Just me.