"will you be okay"

he says


"I'll be fine"

she says


"yes but, really?"

he says


"Well life goes on, you just have to deal with things don't you?"

she says


I'm so sorry for hurting you

he doesn't say


I know I could save it, still

he doesn't say



But I think it's for the best, but it hurts just to imagine you in tears, to think of you alone, to think of all those years slipping away so casually, as if our hearts can be undone in weeks and months, though our vows were made 'forever'

he does not say


God this is hard, and you know that I still love you, and I can't help feeling I'm wrecking your life.
But I only want to save you, we'll never make it work,
But yes,
I'm crippled by self-doubt

he never says

Then he leaves the room and she falls asleep in a double bed alone

now why must this be done?

he's such a stupid fucker, such a stupid weary fucker,
he'll never work it out

the reason is: he's such a weary fucker, and he won't let his woman wait an age to hear him say

"And now I've worked it out, and I realise it's you, and I am happy by your side and I have been such a tedious fool!"

Yes, a real tedious fucker,
but you wouldn't think to look
that breathing underneath that skin
was a soul destroying fuck