Dissolution

We sat and talked.

You stared. I looked away.

Sometimes we laughed.

The candle burned quickly in front of us.

Your face filled with contentment.

I chewed slowly; with a sense of inevitability.

You, with a sense of urgency

that was unfamiliar to me.

The routine was familiar

You spoke, I listened.

I spoke, you heard.

We walked through the neighboring streets afterward.

The trees were bare.

The grass was brown.

The pavement was cold and empty and

the silence was deafening.

These streets were familiar to us.

They had been walked down many times.

I wanted to stroll. You wanted to run.

I wanted you to slow down. You wanted to speed up.

“Are we ok”, I said as I put through the key through the door.

“We?” You said. The plurality confused you.