I notice
A little change
In how I see him.
I am not smitten─
Not anymore.
As with my
Enthusiasm for life,
I have lost interest
In honoring my emotions,
Poles apart before.
I've managed not to snicker
When he plopped a joke.
He took a puff
On my cigarette,
And blew the smoke,
Intentionally,
Against my neck—
In a desperate attempt
To get my full attention.
I would
Normally giggle,
But I did not even
Turn around to
Look at him today.
In this view
Of the present,
I can finally declare
That I am woke.
It's never
Been easy for me
To hold this weight
For a couple of months,
But I am woke now...
I see the bad in him now
For what it is.
