nothing new here

your lover
leaves out her diary,
you hesitate for
about a millionth
of a second,
then take a look.
it's on the bed
where she made
her last entry.
meh. it says.
not so much.
followed by your
name with only one
star. a small star
at that.
your heart sinks.
you just made
love to her eight
hours ago.
you thought
everything had gone
fine. her toes
curled and she
said some things
that she reserves
specifically
for that special
moment when her
eyes roll into her
head and she summons
God. you turn
the page, but it's
blank. you sit on
the edge of the bed
and you realize
that it's not all about
you. maybe you
should kiss next time.
go slower.
five minutes, perhaps
is not enough
time. you sigh.
and the day was going
so well.