Can you feel it? This sense of an omen to tear our relationship apart. We’re drifting apart. Can you feel the hiatus blooming between you and I? It’s metastasizing. Penetrating my mind like an inevitable unwanted premonition then slowly stabbing at my heart to permeate throughout my body. The sadness is already seeping through my fingertips every time we touch. There is an obvious disturbance. I’m unwinding at the seams and you don’t seem to care. I can’t place one word for it because it isn’t one thing, it is a plethora of colliding differences. You know it and I know it, but it is kept undetected while our bond slowly disintegrates back into nonexistent.