"You've done it again. And again. And again."
She tells me she just can’t do this anymore.
That I’m wasting her time.
But I love her.
I don’t know what else to tell her.
She won’t listen to me.
I want to tell her,
“Go find someone
who won’t do that then.”
“If you don’t love me,
just tell me.
Don’t play with my heart.”
“Why do we constantly
fight about this?”
But all I say is,
“What am I supposed to say?”
She just stares back at me.
“I don’t want you to find
another man,
but if I’m just not cuttin’
it anymore,
what’s the point
of being together
if you’re not happy?”
She continues to stare.
She moves to our bedroom,
and I move to the living room.
It’s over,
it’s done.
I’ve really done it this time.
I can never just tell her,
and now she’s leaving.
She passes me with her suitcase,
and looks back.
“I love you, Josh.”
She whispers before
she slips through the door.
I just lie down on the couch,
and stare at the ceiling
until I finally drift
into a dreamless sleep.
