Humiliation./
Lay alone in bed with her. /
I had forgotten.

Her last 1/
would come/
2 c her once weekly/
mayb./
Now she needs/
2 breathe:/
More alone time./
So/
altho/
it’s no crime,/
my demand/
is out of hand./
I grieve/
and leave!

It’s strange to think/
that I’m on the brink/
of really leaving./
But there’s no grieving./
Just a gnome’s goodbye nod and wink.

I’m silly selfish./
It’s not a blessing for you/
to see me. I’ll learn.

You sit in your car./
It idles while you wait long./
Why are you BP?

How long’s a minute?/
When promised calls don’t happen,/
it seems forever.

I too lay hurting./
I try to explain caring./
Nothing seems to work.

Furnace is blasting./
Lone mourning dove softly coos./
Significance? None.

Sometimes I’m proud of myself.
I can put my desires on the shelf
and listen to what others want
and honor and respect them, for once.

It’s always been hard for me
to resolve to be still completely.
To let others have their way;
To not have to have the last say.

I usually think that I know best
but tonight, I’m trying a little test:
Someone wants to keep me at bay,
so silently aloof is how I’ll stay.

My mind says I know better than they,
but respect for them keeps me away.

Women say “no” oft./
I am learning what that means./
It means don’t do it.