Slowly it crept.
Like a sea of silence.
Like a blanket of deadly calm.
Like an ether full of unsaid words.
Corrupting all innocence.
Polluting all gestures.
Turning all warmth to ice.
And softness to frigidity.
Took me a while to realize.
The signs were everywhere.
But I had misread them in my rosy stupor.
All this while I thought a new dawn was near,
When creeping unaware around me was the sense of an ending.
(Inspired by Julian Barnes's ultimate winner-and life)