Collapsing

What's convinced you we'll be the same as we are now? I wake changed daily, and of you, I'd expect as much. Becoming unfamiliar. To lose compatibility, well, it's bound to happen. It's not gravitys fault. I feel its weight. Falling out of love with you, every few days... ..or just as much. Conversations; coursing, crashing, burning. Smoldering remains. Tender wounds. Most painful in proximity to our overheating.