Marriage Dementia

It is not the

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that first fails. That falls. That pours empty

It is the gray on the edges…

A take for granted, no grant of empathy, a path away from intimacy - little

little threads that knotted the whole that shrink shrink …

The awakened eye finds -

hints

rips

attempts

rents

gaps

lapses

This halting stagger was not

the partnership we made

when we clasped hands

and pledged.

The edges, eroding