Weight.
The weight of dying relationships
discolours blue skies,
pulls plugs on regretful mistakes,
treads mud over smiles,
turns togetherness to irritation,
makes hugs into ice,
and drops lead on signs of abating.
The air of dead passion penetrates
need\'s former close ties,
it kills fresh attempts and suffocates
with no compromise
the lack then felt in communication.
How complete becomes isolation
when love disintegrates.