routine becomes a thing

if you don’t pay attention enough

it

had become a thing we did

mine for the needs I had

& her?

well

I was never sure

to be straight

she’d never been that happy

much into the whole

dark & dirty business

refused conversations

somehow expected nature

to find fill its boots

we had a routine

work dinner some drinks

tumble into bed

fumble some & sleep

until one night I left the light on

& that exceeded expectations some

caused conniptions

accusations of strange

& it is in those moments

you realize after this

things will never

be the same

what had been love

had become

just another four letter word

like

work

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