Disappointments of Sorts

I took out a new pair of socks to wear to the funeral.

The funeral where we buried our old feelings and decided to start with new disappointments.

I gave her a petal of fading pink, because the flower was too pretty to touch her lips.

She gave me a box devoid of chocolates, because the sweetness was too sickening for me.

I gave her a word of brutal honesty, because we were way past our sweet nothings.

She gave me a look of disapproval, because we were way outgrown for longing gazes.

We gave each other pieces of our hearts, all the while we ate at each other’s peace.