Small lies between us,
eroding a foundation built on curiousity,
openess, discourse.
Slow crumbling of foundations with each created word, with each fabrication, with each omission.
Fissures opened, widened, deepened.
A chasm replaced a bridge.
My GPS can no longer even find you.
You say I cut a vein in a single moment in time.
I say, it was a long time coming.