Fin~

So, this is how we end.
I’m at your house and we’re packing things,
tidying things.
We’re getting you ready for your other girlfriend.

I agreed to help because I love you
and your terror was palpable.
The thought of her seeing the
real you frightened you.
I said, “Sure, Babe. I’ll help.”
Having no idea,
of course,
that it would kill
a little part of my soul to do it.

As we pull your mess into piles,
and sort them into boxes
the space we’ve been sharing transforms
from our tangled up love nest
into something respectable.
Something utterly different from
the life we’ve been living.

And it comes to me that I’m helping you
build a new nest.
For the two of you.
I am creating a situation where
I will now have to stand outside
The window and never come back inside.
Back into your bed,
by your side,
where I Belong.

I love you too much to walk away
before the work is done.
We talk about window coverings, shelving units.
We make endless trips to the attic to store away the evidence of you who are.
Of who I fell in love with.

And I feel our end all around me.
Like fear.
Like Panic.
But I stay anyway. I finish the job.
And then I drive away. Knowing it’s the last time.