It scared me to death-- his silence.

Spreading like fog everywhere but around me. His eyes are clear, doubtless. Eyes I do not recognize and neither do they meet mine. I repaint the moment in my head, write and erase, write and erase over and over.

And then I smile. I smile while I break. I've tasted it. I've witnessed it. So this is how it is. To see your lover turn into a stranger.

I smile some more and a tear or two escapes. I am disgusted by my ability to turn pain into words. I loathe how I create while I break. My own words condemn me. Haunt me. Like you.

Until they don't.

Until you've escaped it all, and you're nothing to me and my words-- my assets.