The 7 Year Itch

The 7 Year Itch

Seven years sit heavy on the bed

your hand once close now far away

I hear the silence more than words

it grows between us every day

The laugh we shared has lost its sound

we speak of bills and nothing more

your eyes drift past me when I move

as if I never crossed your floor

I trace the sheets that used to burn

with heat that neither one could hide

now only creases mark the night

and empty turns from side to side

The itch is quiet, sharp and mean

it claws at trust, it shakes the core

it tells me love is never safe

it always hungers, always wants more

You turn the key inside your mind

lock me out and walk away

yet once you swore the world would fall

before your love would fade to gray

Seven years can taste like stone

hard to swallow, hard to keep

still I wonder if beneath the weight

the ember hides, alive, asleep

Or maybe this is how it ends

not with a fight but with a drift

two bodies side by side, apart

bound by silence, torn by rifts