rust

our molecules clash
the wet to dry effect
once nourishing
like aquamarine to the
purple variegated Liriope
now destructive and clinging

a process we ignored
as our eyes grew weary
denying the aging
we lost our focus of the truth
allowing this slow death
our entropy

once our form was frozen
a coated sagging bridge
no longer held the weight of us
as we tumbled unseeing
and unfeeling below
the water which once kept us afloat