Grand Finale

You were fresh from the shower and laid yourself out before me. An offering to satiate my hunger. Drawing closer, you whispered, “Don’t think. Just feel.” We made love, not knowing it would be our grand finale. Afterwards, you drank yourself into a stupor and collapsed on the bathroom floor. I came to care for you, but you pushed me away. I laid beside you on the cold, hard tile. Hoping you would hear my words of comfort. But you didn’t. I was reminded of all the times when I knew my prayers weren’t reaching the heights of heaven. So, I remained quiet. Just thinking.