maybe Saturday

a week

after we

got married, she accused me of being

very clingy.

insecure and needy.

i'd come home

from work

and put my arms around

her, missing

her,

kissing her gently

on the cheek

and lips.

we're married now, she'd say.

we're no longer

in the honeymoon

phase.

the game is over.

please, please,

i need some room here.

maybe Saturday.