Subtle as it sweeps in with leaves across wooden floors
Hidden behind faith and a facade of something stable
Comfortability masks the scent as it seeps into your pores
You can’t see it yet but it will come
Nothing in life is unchanging you cannot grip so tightly
Try to preserve the present like a globe to shake whenever you feel bored
Pretend there is no ending but the seasons change
And so do you

Precariously perched on edge waiting for an earthquake
The coldness comes before the breaking
Aching for things to go back the way the were before
Adoration doesn’t fit the decor so you buy new furniture
A bigger bed to fill the empty space
Floor length mirrors to reflect on your resentment
You make this place into a museum
Vacuous and sterile