Deglittering

He was like an object that sparkled    
 
I love things that sparkle.    
They attract me,    
even if their light    
is not their own.    
     
Even when he was the light itself,       

he kept going dark on me.    
   
all too often    
when I was shining the hardest.    
     
He did it with subtle cruelty  

Without warning.    

And after one too many times,    
the scintillating, electrified glitter    
that enlivened my tomorrows    
scattered away    
turned dull    
     
cauterized into the anti-sparkle    
   
a dark
unreflective
hopeless
matte.