sew up your eyes

i remember when you used to watch me. tiny gestures -- none unnoticed.  we were blissful then. ascending.   but the fall came as we over saturated. over satiated.  we were the banal and the creep of complacency sprawled on our limbs like moss or ice.  the sweet drift set in and your eyes ceased to follow.  what were we then? the tiny gestures were no longer enough and only sweeping grandeur was of any comfort -- for you not me.  and so i dissipate and disintegrate, swimming through the dark to some brighter highway.