it was never a matter of right or wrong…things got pretty gray…couldn’t tell from one day to the next if there was any love left…maybe more black than white…

they stopped kissing each other…stopped talking…didn’t even hold hands anymore…twelve years together and all affections were tossed aside…just took it one day to the next…scared to be the first to say…I’m done with this…

they used to talk on the phone everyday on their lunch hours…long chats while sitting in the park watching women push baby strollers…joggers clinging to life…hot dog vendors yelling out…,get your red hots here…,with all the conviction they could muster…

these talks slowly stopped…they’d both eat their food in silence…not thinking of the other…just wondering how to make it one more day…knowing the end was inevitable…

she would move on and look for love…dating sites…the bar scene…maybe the workplace…while he stopped caring about love completely…not wanting any part of it…

all because one day she said…I’m done with this…