That errant hair on the bridge of my nose

That errant hair on the bridge of my nose

The one she plucked 

when we were alone

The lives we made into a home  

The children on their own

Time disintegrated 

over time 

Made me realize

I was doing it alone

How easy I made it look

How for granted i took it

How she made her thoughts 

mine

When she stopped 

appreciating me

When she started 

being bitter 

When she started

 ignoring me

And threw me 

in the river

When she stopped

loving me

And I stopped appeasing

I don't deny 

inconsequential in hindsight

June 1, 2023