You know when you know that it’s the last time?
The last time that they’re ever going to sleep in your bed,
the last they’re ever going to hold you in their arms,
the last time they’re ever going to kiss you?
It just happens.
It’s like a flip switches,
and all the uncertainty that you were feeling
that’s all been adding up,
it goes away,
because you’re certain that it’s never going to work,
and so you just turn the flickering light off.
You knew it would end,
but you didn’t know when.
And so you let it happen like it always does,
knowingly yet unexpectedly.