Make this easier.
Tell me you notice how the silence
has become filthy, awkward, resentful.
Your skin feels foreign.
You are bringing out a side of me
that I never thought could be unsure of you.
I am sorry for letting the days slip through my grasp
and fall to an uncertain floor,
a surface that both of us may not have the space
to stand on together anymore.
There was once a foundation here,
but it eroded before we knew it needed to be mended.