Your skin was cold
The last time you touched me.
Grasping desperately
At the silky stubble
Of your shaved head,
I lunged forward for anything
Any hint of who you used to be.
It hurts that you changed,
That I noticed
And said nothing
that you blamed me
And called me desperate.
It hurts that I gave you
My body, mind
And time
It hurts that you
Wasted it.