The Futility
She's already out the door…
I stand in the remains of us
She says, "It's not just you, it's me"
It still means the end
The reasoning has no bearing
Deep in her heart I see the outcome
A subtle glance, a touch, a meeting
And then one fatal fractured day
"I have something to tell you"
And then my world will be torn limb from limb
And she will leave to cling to him.
She doesn't desire to hurt me
But I know she smiles more broadly
She laughs more deeply
And her body longs more wholly
When she is absolved of my presence
A knowing look, a stroke, a passion
She is courting the progression
The slide into another
The mumbling remembrance that "It's not me"
Will only sour between my teeth.
My heart pounds when I am alone
Trying to grasp me without her
Try to purge my mind
The images of her tempting
And desiring to please another
A deep smile, a thrill, satisfaction
Running into his advances
Licking his lips in her mind
She is meeting his salt smile with a purr
It is over except the words.
She's already out the door…