I KNEW YOU’VE FALLEN OUT OF LOVE WITH ME

When my phone didn’t ring by 10pm, I knew!

When you didn’t say “I would be 

busy today, but I would call 

you in between meetings”, I could tell.

When you no longer hurry 

home for dinner, and 

you missed the double date 

with our friends. 

When you cancelled our date 

night twice in a roll and 

didn’t come back home 

with take out from our 

favorite place, I could tell.

When you no longer send 

me images from your salon 

trips and you stopped to notice 

the change of my nail polish, I knew.

When you didn’t snatch my perfume

from me or give me yours 

to use so we could smell like 

one another, I could tell. 

It was easy to tell the day 

you fell out of love with me. 

You’ve been too tired for a kiss.

Too irritable for smooching.

Too uncomfortable for cuddles.

Too busy for dates.

Too buried in work that you can no

longer tell my perfume changed. 

It all started that day when 

you didn’t come home straight. 

You forgot that we still had the trackers

The one we got when the city wasn’t safe.

You drove off to some place and 

told you me you were hanging with Dave. 

But you told this lie on a Thursday 

You forgot it was Dave & Kate’s 

day for their weekly dinner date. 

I believed everything you said.

Until Kate called to ask if I could 

stay with the kids, while she 

went on date with her man. 

And I laughed it off and said

“Isn’t Dave with Kunbi”?

Silly Kate, she said “how could he be”!

So I checked our tracker and you

were somewhere far from the 

city, and from that night, 

our lives haven’t been the same.

It’s stuck in my head, 

so is the vows we exchanged. 

This day wasn’t never meant to come.

Death was supposed to be the 

only thing to do us part. 

Now you say to me

“I think we started out to early, 

I think I miss the younger me, 

I think I want to start again”! 

So what am I supposed to do? 

I ask you.

You are leaving me with frames.

And some memories.

You know what’s hurting me?

I cannot tell the moments in 

which you were present. 

Were the kisses of your lips ever true?

Were your vows to me written by you? 

My body is used to you.

So you didn’t mean it when you said 

“My eternity is in you”! 

What am I supposed to do?

Now, I am watching you pack your things.

I am tempted to hold your hands and ask if it’s something I did, if we could work on us, or tell me a therapist we could see.

But I know you.

If you wanted to, you would have. 

You would have protected what 

we have like it was the end of your life. 

I know you. 

If this was what you wanted, you would have fought before you even got here. 

I know you 

I know it’s pointless to keep you here. 

I knew you had fallen out of love with me

From the way you no longer care. 

So yes, I can’t keep you here!