Slut

I felt like I was a slut
my best friend
hasn't spoken to me since.

I risked everything
for his prettiness
his youth

I buttoned up my blouse
as he made the bed
and I knew when I told you
you would say
it was over.

I said I would pack my bags
you shook your head
and left.

I only spent one more night in the house.

The family that live there now
have cut down the conifors
I helped you plant.
I know because our son
writes me postcards.