Numb to Your Touch

Ever since the day I found out
I've been numb to your touch

You come close and I can't think
Can't breathe

You've been soiled
Like chicken, broiled
In a vat of 99 cent perfume
A disgusting musk

Musk produced by her
Whoever she is

You asked me why I didn't love you
Why it couldn't be rebuilt

I still love you
I always will

But now that you're dirtied
I haven't the skill

To keep pretending
Following a script
Of obvious deceit
And dripping in guilt

I've fallen
And you've
Nudged me slowly
Over the edge

Into a canyon we can't return from
A place where we can't repair

What you ripped
And tore

What you swore
Would never ebb

Now when you come near me
When you touch me
All I feel is air
All I hear is the swish of my pants
And my footsteps
On the cold linoleum floor

As I walk away

Copyright 2009 K. Lewin