You are the vestige of my love:
An echo of emotion long since dissipating into apathy.
A muscle memory of happiness flexing more in dull repetition than lustful instinct.
A collected oddity inherited from a dead self more alive to me than the stranger I married.
A worn patch grooved into comfort but wearing shear and frayed against cold distance.
A hollow chill felt with touches and kisses which linger from a ringing romance struck no more.
A malaise of platitudes performed in hopeless jest to try bored luck and fill the dragging hours.
A love that has settled like flaky sediments into a bed of decay and patient disinterest.
A clear sign I am undeserving of your willingness to overlook my deepest being.
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This was so poignant. My favourite were the last two lines!