It’s over
Although, in a way, it had never quite begun
But I grew tired of it all the same
The dull ache
The way my limbs felt numb
When he held me
Clumsily
Touching skin-to-skin
As though he’d never seen a naked woman
Didn’t know where to begin
Always whispering these pleasantries
Making promises I knew he’d never keep
I’d just pretend that I believed him
Then lay cold
As he fell serenely off to sleep