MY REPLACEMENT HAS A NAME

There is another man in our bed tonight.
You spoke his name before our clothes came off,
And asked me to be all right with it.
While I knew I was not your only one,
I had never before felt his presence.

And though
I’ll hold you,
And kiss you,
And love you.
Tonight,

Tomorrow will come,
We may sit on your couch for a few hours
Watch TV, eat, hold each other.
And act like nothing has changed.
If I can hide the fact that this is ripping me apart.

But then I’ll leave…

For the last time…

My replacement has a name.
And I am but a shadow in another man’s bed…

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