My Rupture
I bleed across the united front
Of your blouse
And I see that you have no longer
Got the eye for me.
I will never be the same.
I will not be aware
But afraid of the consequences
Of your not loving me.
I want to say that you are no longer
My lover
But I cannot for it is the way
Of the world that I should stay
This way and unhook
Your blouse from behind like
A monster.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016