It was the weight of her kisses
The    way     her      body     lay
                        And
             the vacant
                            longing for embrace
Things had changed
                       And
we    would    never   be   the   same
             a final courtesy
when
        she knew
                           for sure
                                             she could
                   not love me
Would      not        pretend
She
            answered            so             softly
And               honesty               cost                  me
                                                          The black
                        and white,
Sit-com life
I hold out hope still for.