Apples

Living a life as though he were watching you become aware of your skin and the bones underneath and the voice; observed twice over as it passes your lips. Living a life as though he were in love is what you think it is to be in love. Living a life as though he cared about your fingers, taking care when you open the can or cut  the apples not wishing to slice any tiny slice of him away in the way he’d be made less by any less of you. Living a life with the one you forget to love you become aware that you no longer think of how he thinks of your thoughts; the voice passes the lips unobserved and the years disclosed and disclosed until you couldn’t see yourself anymore. Living a life as though it were something in them that made you fall. But the fall came after what you thought was love left you, when he saw you, and returned once more... 
in the way he might be watching.