The doors are grasping their frames by their finger tips.

Quietness takes the seat in which laughter once sat.

The days decay as we lie together before our family and friends.

Softly, slowly, unnoticeable to the human eye, our happiness died.

The tears for the death have long since died and the grief packed its suitcase and left.

Words about it are no longer spoken as spare bedroom becomes your bedroom.

And ours becomes mine.

The lost suffers no yelling nor sobs.

Because, I guess, I just don’t love u anymore.