Things Change Poem by Livi Topley

Tonight I do not deserve you, you and all your perfect truths,
I breathe forgive me.
Holding on to some type of dignity just isn’t me anymore.
I looked at you as if through thick opaque lens, marvelled at your compulsions.
And the space where you once belonged is cold and insecure and if I were different I wouldn’t have smiled, taken a single rose from the kitchen table and put it on your pillow.
But things change.
Dare I speak it, crushing this hope as if it were bone.
But things change.