You fade...

...like a bruise.

Like the ones your mouth left on my neck and shoulders with its lustful pressure. Your teeth, which brought moments of bright pain and pleasure at the same time, are now bared in an artificial, animal smile.

Your lips, which parted to taste my skin like it was salvation, barely part now to speak to me.

You whispered my name like a prayer.

You screamed it like a curse.

You sighed it in contentment, and now you won't even speak it in passing.

Your hands, which half-playfully pulled my hair... Now won't pause to brush it from my face.

All these parts of you, none more telling than your eyes. Those new windows, which once let me pry... Now have blinds drawn tight behind them, leaving only a pretty, shiny reflection, a passing, glancing imitation, of the passion they once held when they beheld Me. No color left to them but the muddy colors of boredom, and possibly mistrust.

You fade like a bruise. Like the one you left on my mind with your brilliant conversation and beautiful, rusty prose. Like the many you left on my tongue...Which now can speak nothing but trite and meaningless words, which now can barely remember the shapes of all the shimmering, liquid phrases it spoke to you that seemed so important at the time.

You fade like a bruise.

Once lover and friend, now barely one...and never the other again.