Out of Reach

Am I out of reach? We used to love. I loved the way you looked at me, heavy lidded as if you could not absorb me enough. I could not absorb you enough. I thought of our babies, but that dissolved. I thought of our combined, interconnecting life. That dissolved. You refused to look at me one day. I dissolved. You saw others, their nubile bodies. Ovaries functioning. You evolved, beyond me. I watched you reach far beyond me, to a girl who gave you babies, I wanted. I withered, parts dissolving into arid atoms absorbed into space.

end 8/16/2016 (2)

S. Darlington

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