what about me?

we used to have

these sweet tender moments,

after making

love.

often referred to as pillow talk.

the kindness

of cuddling,

skin against skin,

arms and legs entwined,

as we talked

about so many things.

dreamily 

making plans

for the future,

but now, when it's over,

she bumps

with an elbow in my ribs,

and says,

is that it?

what about me?