nina semen. • he has me hemmed up beside my car. i don’t have...

he has me hemmed up beside my car. i don’t have enough space to slide away from him without us touching, that’s what he’s after. call me when you leave his place he whispers. i smirk; i tell him no.

it’s been so long. he’s inching even closer to me, breathing on me. that used to do something for me — to me. no longer. he doesn’t see how pathetic he is to me now, this man that i used to love.

his left hand is against the hood, beside my head. i tap him on his wedding band. i have tried over the years to get across just how over him i am, how over me he needs to be. he doesn’t get it.

i’m done, i say. i shove him away, harder than i meant to, and get into my car. i drive away with him standing there, that pitiful longing look on his face.

fuck off i mumble as i turn up the stereo, not to him, but to the old me that i no longer understand. the one that would have melted for that douche.