Waning

He watches, as she dresses.

Her nakedness moves him…

‘You haven’t changed.’

‘Yes…I have!’

‘I don’t see it.’

‘I feel it!

‘You’re still pretty.’

‘It used to be more.’

‘More?’

‘More than …pretty.’

‘I’m generalizing.’

‘You’re lying!’

‘I’ll get up, make you breakfast.’

‘I haven’t time.’

‘It’s still early.’

‘I have to be in early.’

‘Who’s lying now?’

‘Just leave it!’

‘I still love you.’

‘Still?’

‘I mean it!’

‘You’d like me to think so…’

‘You don’t believe me?’

‘Would it make you feel better?’

‘Yes!’

‘I have to go…’

The front door closes, a key turns.

She’s locked him in….or is it out?