hot stone

the hot stone in my belly
says goodbye to him
before I am ready
to unclench my fingers
from his broad, gentle hands
the end comes
right on time
but with storms that
were not in the forecast

and I learn that
there is never a good
time to let go
and that love
is both
kissing in the rain
and crying in the shower
about how loving him
doesn't always mean staying

9/24/17