Dead Eyes

The twinkling light in her eyes slowly died over the years.

I noticed it the day we got married.

It was as if a snuffer was being held over the flame.

Each time it was about to be extinguished, the snuffer would disappear and leave well enough alone.


The moments in-between were far and few.

She began to withdraw from me.

Run from love.


It hurts the heart to see the one you love, agonize.

I tried everything to revitalize her, but once they let go, there's nothing more to do.


Drowning in that weightlessness, there's no resuscitation.