And this is the beginning of the end.
It's in the room with us,
in the car with us,
in the bed with us.

When we're alone
it keeps us company,
like a third wheel.

We make all the appropriate sounds
while we're together,

"Are you hungry?"
"Where shall we eat?"
"How was your day?"

But, before long
you ridicule my opinion on something trivial,
you remind me of a time long ago
when I made a mistake,
you tell me that I'm never satisfied.

You know it's the end,
as much as you've tried to deny it.

I know you want me to leave
as much as I want to leave.

You love me as much as I love you.

Not at all.