when love turns

when he wanted it,
she didn't.
she put on an old rag
t-shirt,
and climbed into bed
before
being tired, before being
able to sleep
and turned
her back,
staring at the luminous
hands
of a clock
that seemed not to move.
it was less about a mood,
and more
about the nature
of their love,
that had turned.
she cringed at his hand
on her shoulder
and his whispers,
stating his desires.
soon, he'd be coming home
late.
and later,
then not at all,
business would suddenly
be taking
up all his time.