I had a life.
I was in love.
And a confessed workaholic.
My job I put above...him...sometimes...
Too often evidentally.
My fault he strayed.
I suspected, but kept on working...
Working...
Working.

Our time together was spent
Together
Laughing, talking, living
Together
And
Loving
In bed
In the shower
On the floor.
What was that I smell?
Perfume?
Not mine?
Hmmmm...but I loved him...
So long...
No one else...
All I needed.
Him.
And work.

Blinders on.
Life was good.
He never complained.
Professed his love
For me.
Whispered my name...
Wait...
What was that...
No, who was that?
Oh, we laughed.
She was a new client...
"Sorry 'bout that hun".

I need to change.
Save this life...
This love.
Cut my hours.
Took fewer tasks.
Came home early
At last.

He wasn't home.
But the essence remained.

I knew then what I didn't want to know.

All my fault.
Was it too late?
Wait.
My anger grew.
This was not okay.
Love me or leave me.
But don't lead me...
Me being useful and all.
Yes, I was gulity.
But was this my punishment?

I will set us both free.
Start life anew.
He disagreed.
I may be the problem but he refused
To share
Me
With the world
Or anyone.
He made sure of that.

So now
I have technology.
I'm fortunate for that.
A cyber connection.
A billion people
All within reach
Of a single click.
And if I grow tired
Of life
Then I push the round button
Holding it in
Hold my breath
Hear the beep

Lights out.

But my words can live on.
They can shine.

That's why I'm here.