aileen

we have not had sex in six months. the absence deprives our bodies but also isolates us from a shared place - a secrete we no longer have. tied to this is the stress of my unemployment and to this, his doubt of my love for him. when we speak it is with foreign accents. the words intended exerting contorting gravitational pulls on those spoken. the sadness is born, and it is the knowledge that this isn’t the decline you’re experiencing but a definitive absence. hope is the glow of light from a dead star.