I roll us over
Onto your back
I look into your eyes
Sky blue crystal
And I tell you how I feel
“I love you.”
And I know it’s true because
I want to cry
You smile and kiss me
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
And I know I won’t come
And I suspect we’re through
Your phone rings
You let it go to voicemail
“I don’t suppose we can have dinner together.”
“Yeah, I gotta go be Single Dad.”
I take a deep breath
And roll on my back
And stare at the ceiling
For a while you continue to stroke my body
In those long, soft gestures
That would make me purr
If I didn’t know you were
Already gone
“Yeah, you should go.”
And I roll away
The pain in my stomach
The pain in my stomach
Tells me I love you
And tells me
We’re done