fairy tales end too . xo 7:31 PM

The music stopped slowly

like air slipping from a beach ball
until all that was left was the blue glow of
the TV in the night
Its soft hum replacing his voice
covering the room in plastic wrap
preserving it
but leaving it cold and lifeless.
We still danced
but on tip toes
sneaking past each other
in the shadows of our guilt,
craving the poems
and the melodies
but instead pressing our bodies
into corners
willing the walls to swallow us whole