when words fail for why
things ended, answers can be
found in the bedroom.
*
we slept on other
sides of the bed, two islands
on a single mattress.
*
he stopped marveling
at my body, stopped tracing
my chest with kisses.
*
he stopped pulling me
in close, no longer thrilled to
have me beside him.
*
sometimes, while he slept,
I could feel him traveling
from me in his dreams.
*
maybe he's just too
tired after work? maybe I
smell? maybe it's me?
*
awake, I'd stare at
his window for answers in
the morning sunrise.
*
maybe when you're left
alone to see that sun rise,
that was your red flag.
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