There was a vow once,
laid between us like clean linen.

We meant to keep it
handled precisely,
a signpost for careful navigation,
friendship polished to a quiet shine.

But somewhere in a narrow room
with no windows, something entered—

not love,
not even hunger,
but a kind of friction without memory.

And afterward,
nothing visible changed.

Only this:
when I reach for what we made,
my hands hesitate,

as if touching it
might darken it further.

#MastoPrompt
#writing
#sully
@stevencudahy