morning,
when i realized that she hadn't
called me
cupcake,
or sweet pea,
for weeks now.
i was no longer her
buttercup,
or honeybun.
she didn't even call me
by my first name.
it was suddenly,
hey,
or nothing
when asking me a question,
or in telling
me what to do.
she seemed to be looking
at her phone
all the time.
are you working late
tonight?
she'd ask, while slipping
into a new dress
and putting
her lipstick on.
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