The Why of Everything

It's simple, really, the way you are.

The darkened marks up the sides of you. It bores me senseless sometimes...the way you've always slid between muted shades of evening and lust, missing my blurred eyes completely.

I can convince myself of anything, regardless, but I just wanted to rest for a bit. For once.

Not have to play mother, detective, partner, friend. But the moon was full that night. I noticed.

I said nothing, but took in every piece of that betrayal, I saved the texture, color, size of those marks in my head. To deal with some other time. To handle later.

You're lucky my words stopped.

If you really saw the thing I've become since we met - a choking silence with an intense fear of something going wrong. Always so wrong.

I ache now, constantly - if you knew that you broke me apart with the very first lie you told...

I'll get to leaving one day, but there was something else I was supposed to take care of first, before all this.

A universe alongside this one...a secret code...souls, truth...what was it? I swear, there was something.

You and I are a thick haze now, chaos and little else...but there was something more important. From further back. I remember the why of everything in parts and pauses.

The moon is so small tonight I can barely see it, it's more a shadow than a glow.

The evening is dying down. Lights have dimmed. I had forgotten how love felt.