When did it begin to fall inevitably apart?
Maybe it started when I began to bore him.
Maybe when I began to bore myself,
When I became boring to myself, lost all interest
He seemed disinterested, distracted, when I spoke
I could not hold his attention anymore
Truthfully, I only half-listened to his stories, too
They all began sounding like complaints, like whining,
Tuning him out may have been the first signs of
Not caring, and I did not like when he stopped
Listening to what I said, when he could no longer