AllPoetry Prompt: “I know why some animals eat their young”

“whatever” he said,
staring at me from under
lashes once curled round my finger
now lip curled, stance
all defensive,
shoulder slumped, hands
thrust into denim pockets,
after shave and cigarette clouds,
“I love you” whispered to his
back as it goes out the door.

my hands itch to gently
push hair back,
wish for ghost of the smile
that once came easy,
giggles at whatever I said.
curly hair baby shampoo
mixed with little boy smell,
nose rub, bear hug,
“I love you this much”
whispered as I closed the door.