By Shadygirl   ed4u@hotmail.com
Date: 9 October 1998

The End

I felt him near 
even before
I heard the slight
soft
gentle 
knock on the door.
His warm eyes 
peered 
through the little window
and my heart stopped.

It's been so long.
I let him in (like
always)

He sat at my 
kitchen table
watching wispy lace rise
from his red tipped
Marlboro
and he chose his words
carefully.

His words were 
FAT
with meaning,
yearning to find
jealousy in my eyes.

Each like shrapnel
burrowing deep into
my fleshy heart.

(Did he say she's moving in?)

He rose and brushed my arm
with his shirt and reached
for a 
beer. I pulled back,
feeling only pain
all 
over
my body.
Through 
my body.

And then he moved to the next topic.

He ignored the
invisible tears he used to
be able to see. 
He won again.

"Life is finally starting"
he said, before pressing the envied
bottle
against his lips.

That's funny, I thought it just ended.