I am here,

alone and undressed,

for the last time,

in these sheets, that lay

messily across my legs. 

A long night's work is through

and I am indeed drained

but when he gave me the ring,

he said that this is 

what came with it.

I refuse to take a step 

inside the kitchen or to touch

another article of clothing

that does not belong to me.

I love him

just the same as before,

but this wasn't it-the repeated 

tasks and expectations

was not what I wanted. 

Untouched dreams torture me

each day. I have abandoned

my vision completely.

It is not only him who dares

to live a life outside of home,

outside of us.

I secretly packed

and  stored my things.

At last, I will remove

and place elsewhere, this 

ring, right after I get dressed.

This isn't what marriage is.