She feels badly at prolonging any of the sadness he carries.
Her babbling, pleasant lines reek of smokescreens, all fluff.
Theatrical speeches and dramatic exits will not reverse the turn of the earth, the taking of time, will never reclaim the stage they strolled.
Friend seems just a tease. Every distant and strained wave in his direction only adds to the weight of his waning expectations.
Colleague feels all too formal. This collaboration of minds has clearly been broken.
Muse is fleeing, elusive. She finds herself unwilling to lift his darkness, to shoulder his shine under the same stars they once shared.
She’s no longer sure how to write him into her words.
#For Reticent Mental Property.