If It Didn't Suck....

Upon kissing you again late last night
I noticed something I didn’t notice
or didn’t want to notice before
I am not quite sure when it began
But the lips that my lips brushed against/
pressed against/hungered for
were not the ones of the one I’ve kissed before
Those, while not all too unpleasant, are different, strange, foreign.
I looked into your eyes—
for what I cant be sure
probably for recognition
some glimmer of the woman …
The woman I knew.
The one I love
or at leased used to love
or think I love or that I thought had loved me
but all I saw was a stranger
someone that I didn’t know
when did it all change/rearrange
when did we become estranged/deranged
feelings abound & our love is silent
It has died w/o a sound & I mourn its passing

By D.V.Castagna