I find it odd
That he doesn’t care to hold me anymore
That he doesn’t accept my kisses
Before he walks out of the door
That he walks right beside me
And won’t say a word
Cook himself something to eat
And leave nothing for me…how absurd
And I just don’t understand
Why he’ll rather spend his weekends
Bar hopping and running the streets with his friends
Instead of making plans with me
He’s changing right in front of me
What do I have to do
To rekindle him and me?

Tonight,
I’m going to put on my sexiest lingerie…a two-piece
Lay in the bed
With my legs spread
Let him enjoy this romantic feast
Light some candles
He’ll have no choice but to dive on me
I wait….and wait…then drift off to sleep
I wake up to see it’s morning
Wait...no...this can’t be
He’s rolled over on his side, sound asleep,
I try to wake him but I forgot he sleeps heavily
We haven’t made love in months
How can he not attempt to touch me?
The candles have burned out
I guess just like his love has for me

I get up and get dressed
Sit at the table and pour a cup of the coffee he made
I greet him and he replies with a huff and a puff
And then turns the page
Of his newspaper that was dated yesterday
And I get up from the table so built with rage
I yell and I scream and he doesn’t even flinch
I start to pull him from his seat but he doesn’t move an inch
I calm myself down…f#ck it…it’s useless
Today is my f#ckin’ birthday and I can’t even get a f#cking “Hi”
He puts down the newspaper with tears falling from his eyes
“I knew if I thought about today’s date…it was going to make me cry”
I silently watched him get up and pull out a box
He opened it and the first thing he took out was my wedding ring
I looked at my hand…wait, why isn’t it there? I yelled at him,
“Why did you take it from me?”
He ignored me as he pulled out pictures
I smiled, looking over his shoulder as I remembered
All the memories
Then he brought out a cut out photo of me
That seemed to be cut out of the newspaper section:
The obituaries
Me? Dead? No…I can’t be
I yelled…I screamed
No one could hear me
I sat on his lap as we both cried and I hugged him tightly
What hurts the most is knowing that
He can’t feel me