I could feel you smelling my hair.
Did it smell different or familiar?
Your body felt different; we weren’t in sync anymore.
I was the spoon and you were the fork.
What did mine feel like?
Was it familiar or different?
Your arm rested heavy across my scars.
Did I feel heavier to you?
Your hand was different, as so is my body.
My breasts are bigger and my hips a bit thicker.
Your hand is unfamiliar.
I could hear you sleeping deep with comfort.
I was in a place I longed to be but I couldn’t sleep.
I lay there in all my truth and you in your untold lies.
My body is sacred; no longer your prize.
I kissed our baby’s head and I glanced at you and realized this isn’t our bed.
I must go and find my comfort, a better man instead.
~Tina Vivian
