When?

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

Hear me