You said I was handsome

The first time was one morning.
One of those mornings that follow those loveless nights.
You got out of bed,
No word, no look, just goodbye.

The next morning, he invited himself in.
And feeding on your silences,
He wove his carnal envelope.
I’m not quite there anymore.

Since then, your bodies sigh
but never sweat.
The features of his face
betray a wear and tear of body and mind.

I remember I was fucking beautiful.