And I Know That It Ended

I'm not so sure when it started
but I know that it ended
last week
when I told you I wanted
something else
and you said "okay"
and kissed me goodbye.

And I know that it ended the next day
when we talked about how
this is so much harder
than we expected.

And I know that it ended the day after that
when we didn't talk at all -
I just sat at a coffee shop and wept.

And I know that it ended on friday
when you took my order
and our eyes did not meet.

And I know that it ended last night
when three a.m. forced us apart
through weeping and fear.

And I know that it ended today
when we ran out of things to write about.