The Change

We were lying in your bed

Close but not too close

I sensed your resistance to my presence

But lingering lust, too

That was how it was

At that point

You wondered if you could

Get something out of me

Why not

We were going downhill anyway

And I, well

I wanted more

It was cold that season

Not at all the sun-soaked, innocent life

On the lake that I imagined

Hoped in, anticipated

For months, I’d say

The bitter air

Was like your heart

For me that summer

Countless sunsets signifying the end,

Not the dawn

I knew it was over

The moment I asked you

To watch the talks I sent

And with me there, right at your side,

Months of intertwined history

Woven between us

You told me point blank

No

Free yeses turned to apathetic, indignant nos

And that’s when you know

The one person you want to share it all with

Will keep letting you fall