The Light was different that Day

The morning arrived like any other,

but the light,

the light had changed.

It moved differently across the room.

Pausing on the curve of his cheek,

as if searching for something already gone.

She noticed it before he did.

The way it hesitated.

The way it refused to warm the spaces between them.

It wasn't memory that slipped away.

It was the moment before forgetting.

When recognition flickered

and then dimmed.

The light stayed longer that day.

As if to witness

what neither of them could hold.