The End of That

i was living with a beautiful girl.

she had been gone a week

and when she returned,

her scent and feel seemed to have been gone forever.

i had treated not seeing her very lightly.

now everything was just right

but i wanted more.

we got each other worked up

in front of the tv.

and then i walked her to my bedroom,

excused myself,

washed up in the bathroom,

and pushed the condom wrapper from the night before

deeper into the garbage.

by the time i got back to bed

i’d learned several things about her:

she had an explosive temper,

an eye for detail,

and a scent and feel that

i would never find again.

and that was the end of that.