Do the things you love
fade away
like the curls you
were once so fond of?
Do they just fade into
the background,
like white noise?
Is it ever a choice
or does it happen accidentally -
the way you forget to talk
about the small things
that really matter?
What once were
joining forces
are now pushing
us further apart,
is it ever a choice
or does it happen accidentally -
these little things you don't do
that break my heart?
~ c.w
