Our Days

 

Days: we grow into them,

eventually wear them snug;

you and I were different fits.

Days of mild disagreement

stacked one on the other

became disaffection;

passionate conflict

might have rekindled love

but ours were days of indifference;

we passed each other

without touching,

we went to sleep without a kiss.

Came a day when you said

you’d rather go out without me;

came the day when I did not care;

the day when you said

you’d rather live without me

and the day I did not care.