Time

His hands grab you and pull you close

He forces his tongue down your throat

And there is no finesse in the way he reaches under you top

and gropes your breasts

And the door slams….and the yelling begins

“I deserve some respect”

“I need my space”

And the door slams… and the silence begins

As you both fall onto the bed

There is no grace in your movements

There is no elegance in the way you tear each others clothes off

There is no tenderness in the way you move against each other

“I can’t live like this” and you weep as you write

“Maybe I should go, we’re tearing each other apart”

“I don’t want it to end like this”

and you weep as you leave the note on his pillow

His thrust are relentless and your nails unforgiving

You grunt and he groans and you come together

and there is release but no comfort as you roll onto your sides

Away form each other

You look around the room one last glance under the bed

You turn to go and on your, what was your, pillow a note

“I’m sorry I can’t be what you need to be” and you weep as you read

“You need to go so we can move on

“I’m sorry it had to end like this”

and you weep as you leave with the note from your pillow

You dial an old familiar number and your heart begins to race

“Hello”, “Hello, how are you?”

“Hello, I’m good” and the silence ascends

“So, good, you’re good”, “Yeah”

and the silence deafens

“Well take care”, “You too, bye”

“Yeah., bye”

The taxi toots and you leave your keys on the table

The door shuts and locks behind you and the driver carries your bags

You turn and see a face at the window

A stare and you turn, there is no room for goodbyes

As the car pulls away you look forward and resolutely allow

A single tear passage down your cheek and over your chin

The phone rings an old familiar voice brings a smile

“It’s been so long, how have…”

“An accident, his car” he loved his car. “He’s gone, he’s dead”

and the hands that comfort you aren’t his

and the words that comfort you aren’t his

And he comes to you in dreams

“I wasn’t ready, I need more time”

And as you get ready for bed you set the alarm early

You will live his time

And as you sleep he comes to you in dreams

“I need more time, an hour more, a minute more. It wasn’t enough”