Who Are You When It’s Over?

Her:

When we first met, your energy pierced my protective shell and made me feel warm and fuzzy all over

The energy between us was powerful, as strong as the current felt from the electric fence I grabbed when I was a little girl

You’d enter a room and I’d smile so big, all teeth and gums, even kick my feet … again, like a little girl

When we first met, you made me feel like I was the most important woman in the world

You showed me chivalry wasn’t dead when you rushed to open doors, held my hand in public to let everyone know I was yours

When it was new, you dropped everything when I called to let me know I was your priority, including your boys and you know, those toys

When we got to the level where you were getting to know me biblically, my body you took your time to explore

But, who are you when it’s over?

Are you going to block your energy off in the way the sunflower is deprived of sun on a cloudy day?

Are you going to walk ahead of me in public keeping pace so far ahead of me you appear alone?

Am I going to be set aside, told I gotta get the hell up out of here even if I decide not to go home?

Is four-play going to be nonexistent? Are you going to rely on the fact that I’ll get wet a few strokes after you lube up and slide it in?

Him:

When it was new, I never went hungry. I even put on a few pounds because I had some regular home cooked meals

I felt like a winning contestant on Let’s Make a Deal

When we first started to connect, your smile gave me life. It energized my day, my own abundant source of fuel

And in those first few years you made me put my phone down

Even though my boys told me I was whipped and acting like a clown

When I slept at night with you by my side, I slept so peacefully, warm and cozy. No blanket needed because I had your love

Your body draped over me like a snuggly, soft and protecting me from the chill of night, like hands kept from frost by their best pair of gloves

But, who are you when it’s over?

When you’re mad at me are you going to deprive me of food? And will your prepared meals be based on your mood?

When I look at you is your smile going to be upside down? And will you be happy in the face of some other dude?

Is my phone going to be tuned into social media with females in my dm’s hoping to be the new replacement for you?

And when we go to sleep at night will I get the cold shoulder, treating me like I’m some stranger, an inept sexually incapable dude?

Them:

When we first met, the stars lined up, and our troubles seemed over

Everything perfect and easy

Together, we could have each other over and over, never tiring of the menu, satisfied and finding nourishment in the same old food

What we provide for each other is healing, and our hearts are branded, initials stamped and sealed

And when we come to know each other, biblically, our passion is exponential yet untold

That love is kept between us, sacred and protected, like our own personal pot of gold

But, who are we when it’s over?

Will we take responsibility for our own failings or blame the other for spoiling what we had with statements that it just got old?

Will we feel like a piece of us died?

Will there be pains in our heart, as if all the promises we made to one another we sat there making eye contact and just lied?

And when it’s all over, will we rejoice at our freedom or will we see salt tracks on our cheeks, a result of tears that we cried?

Promise me we will love each other more than yesterday, that we continue to act as though we first met, and that we never operate as though we weren’t great together.

Let us please recover, get back to when it was new

Before it is over