Break-up

Do you know what it is like to be told you are unloved?
To be told you are undesirable
Just because you have reached the age of forty-five and are ill.
I do
And you believe you have a right to my body
Because you have a contract I signed too that you think says you do.
I loved you so much after my desire was gone
Would have climbed mountains and crossed hostile deserts for you
Faced every difficulty Life threw in our way
Hurdled all barriers always reaching out to pull you thru’ behind me.
Now all that is past,
I have let go of your hand,
You want me now
Not Because you care but because you can do no better
It is too little and you too late
My love has also died.

by Lorna Bain — December 29th, 1985