Tears Before Midnight

It’s been four days if you can count the last time… Her plans for the night have ended in nothing but a wet pillow and puffy eyes… She tried tonight, but it wasn’t enough… She did what he told her to do… What he said would make him more interested… Instead they talked about the children (she’s a nanny), and her frustrations with vomit. Yeah that will put anyone in the mood… She doesn’t understand… Even now, as she is staring at this screen through her tears, and typing at these keys with her shaking hands, she doesn’t understand…. 3 years ago this was not the case… But his over-exuberance at finally seeing a naked woman, and her shyness at being seen had been all the excitement they had needed at the time… Now it’s different… He’s seen and experienced all he can with her… And it’s stale to him… But the sad part is, everytime he touches her, her heart still skips a beat… And her skin has memorized the feel of his touch just so she doesn’t feel as lonely when he isn’t there to caress her… He’s only played with her hair twice that she can remember… He doesn’t realize that it’s her favorite thing in the world… And her memory of those moments is just as fresh as if his hands are still there… She is still infatuated with him… When he isn’t paying attention, she studies him… Just to see what he will do… He doesn’t know any of this… And she can’t tell him… What would be the point after all?