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