We appear together only in the negatives of past portraits.
Features wash away
Like delicate watercolour.
The familiar faces
Usurped upon by artificial fade.
Shade shrouds increasing contours,
Periorbital darkness, the frowning brow.
Our endless rehearsals never mend
Her poor posture, your damp cheeks,
My unceasing restlessness.
Composure is as fleeting
As the final flicker of light
Before the shattered filament.
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