All over your body,
she runs her eyes
attempting to remember every inch of you.
Concentrating on your face
etching every detail into her mind.
Each wrinkle, mark, and blemish
and every hair on your head.
No longer will she stay
to be your sub
lover, call girl
or real blow up doll,
she has to move on
not that she wants to
but needs to in order
to protect you both from pain.
But don’t think badly of her
as this was never a game
she would have loved you always
if only it wouldn’t have caused you pain.
