You used to stare at me as though you couldn't get enough. Like i would disappear if you blinked too long. I could never get enough of that. your eyes on me, i mean. I had never felt more present than when you looked at me. If i close my eyes i can go back to those sunny Sunday mornings, Sundays filled with laughter and your eyes on me. Sun spilling through the blinds, your fingers trailing across my body.That was when i was yours and you were mine. Now my body is cold and clouds cover the sky. i knew i had lost you when you avoided looking into my eyes. You didn't care whether i disappeared, you weren't afraid to lose me. You found more important things to stare into existence. When you said my name it looked like it left a bitter taste in your mouth. So you stopped calling me by my name. Your palate changed, you once used to say my name as though it dripped of honey, now there is a bitter taste in your mouth when you think of my name.