I saw the mask again, I’ve not seen it in a while.
A feigned ignorance on my part,
For I know, it never truly leaves.
Stone. Hard. Distant.
Where does it go, the warm body I hold?
Lost are the eyelids I kiss, the freckles I count,
The shared mug replaced,
By vacant words that I nudge with the truth;
Push, kick, spit at until they crumble.
They lie on the floor, these words;
Bare, open, obvious, yet you grasp at the shards
That will continue to cut until it’s too late,
For the mask to ever be removed.