the split seams

the wallpaper
once new
and smooth,
with a glossy sheen
is cracked
and torn,
brittle at the edges.
it can't be
fixed
or repaired.
the steam of
a dozen years
has split
the pattern.
the rose is no
longer a rose
by half.
the stem
and vines are
broken.
where it joined
together
it has fallen
free. so quickly
it seems
that love
falls apart when
once so new
so clean.