does familiarity breed contempt?

Have we left the times when we used to write letters to each other?
Transcribing words unspoken onto papers, weaving in love with threads of ink.

Have we crossed the times of holding on to one another?
Hands entwined and nervous, not letting go for the fear of loss. Remember the tingles that snaked through our arms.

Have we left behind the time where we talked all through the night until morrow?
Sleepless dawns which rose encased in soothing blankets of murmured laughter.

Have we passed the point of no return to when we shared umbrellas and shoulders pressed between?
Solace. From the rain trailing down the side of my cheek and paths carved by tears unseen.

Have we abandoned our way of talking?
Out loud in alleys and under the sun with feelings and lives laid undone.

Have we moved past the land of getting to know each other and into the throes of familiarity?

Unspoken conversations and muted nods and silent promises of eternity.
Embracing without touch and fingers bereft of warmth.

Love lost and seething.
Underneath the silent facade, contempt breeding.

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