It was late that night..

I’d made dinner for him as a sorry that I’m so fucked up

That I can’t give him what he wants, as most men do he wants sex

But that’s one thing I can’t do anymore

I’ve started to associate it with pain from looking at a pregnancy test and seeing negative

After 5 years you’d think I’d give up but there’s nothing more I want then a child

I see him pull in the driveway, then wipe off a lipstick stain on his neck, he opens the car door and comes inside acting like he didn’t just do what he did

It happened fast, by the time he’d got in the house I processed what just happened

I ask who it is he says no one, I ask again this time more firm

“Melissa” he says

Then suddenly.. it’s over..