he's waiting at the station when you arrive
along with the prudence you left behind
although you were still prudent enough to remember
to wash away her unnatural scent
he’s smiling and waving like a beacon calling you home
to wake you from the fantasy you’ve just left
and your heart longs to tell him everything
because you don’t feel as guilty as you should
because now his arms are around you, strong and warm
gentle hands on your face and back
in a steady rhythm
unlike her rapid breaths in your ear
two hours ago in the hazy light
reaching where his hands don’t
send shivers up your spine
into the depths of your spirit
as his eyes ask you “what’s wrong”
and that’s when you break
because he is used
to comforting you
but now his arms bring only an emptiness
deeper than bones
he's a good man
he doesn’t deserve
all this emptiness between your bodies
aching to fill the space
yet all you remember is her
touching you
for the first time
you have an ache he cannot ease
