A Whole Melancholy of Lovers

parted

Now that our words have ceased
Now that your things
Clothes
Hats
Memories
Are piled in a bag waiting
For you to reclaim them
Now that I sleep alone
Now that the thought of you repulses me
We glued together our bodies
We glued our lips locked
Our toes tangled
Our hands holding
Maybe that's where it went wrong
The glue between our fingers dissolved
Slowly we were able to strip them apart
And then we never stopped