The Death of C & S

Feels different, now:
Feels empty, like we’re both hiding some dirty secret.

You won’t look me in the eyes;
I can’t smile at you, and

I don’t want to lie to you.

We were children, for a moment.
We were happy for days,
Two friends across a room,
Two strangers giving love

For nothing more than a common simplicity.

No one cared but us.
No one demanded of us.
No one really knew, but us.

It feels different now.
It tastes different now,

Like stale bread,
Like spoilt milk,
Like turned fish.

I don’t like it;
And, I think,

Neither do you.

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