The Replacement

The man I love is gone. One day, he was just gone. There was this man that was everything I could ever hope for. He listened intently to everything I said. He brightened whenever he saw me. He loved the sight of me sleeping in his bed in the morning. He loved the sound of me walking in without knocking. He loved sitting by the fire together. He loved sitting in the sun together. He loved being silly together. He loved sharing. He loved feeding me. And my soul. And my body. He loved the particular tone of my skin. He loved my new outfits, and the not so new outfits. He loved leaving messages for me to get after work. He loved spontaneous sleepovers. He loved traveling together. He loved gossiping. He loved being alone together. He loved snuggling. He loved laughing. And then one day, he was gone. And I haven't seen him since.

There's just this guy who tolerates me coming into a room. A guy that lets me talk while he thinks about other things. A guy that doesn't want me in his house, his bed, or his private life. A guy who wants to keep me as far away as possible. Who doesn't share. Who doesn't notice new or old outfits. Who wouldn't notice if I showed up naked. Who just wants to be alone. Not a very welcome replacement.