When Did Loving Us Stop

When did we grow a part Surely there can be no date assignment Nor can a time of the hour or minute placed When did we become selfishly alone Preferring the singular to the plural in tone When did loving each other take the preverbal back seat With vain wisdom filling our hearts When did touching excite no more The sensations callused by prideful numbness When did thoughtfulness tenderness and kind words Thus exchanged for screaming hurtfulness and distraught When did trust slip away as sand in an hour glass Spying each other- knowing it could not last When did honor turn into threats Threats of self-preservation by disarmament When did our breath die to seek servitude as one As passion was placed into a closet – we entered the ring When did love stop- we now needing new air When did we die and we simply did not care