We wake up in his bed and the sheets are starting to curl up

We wake up in his bed and the sheets are starting to curl up off the mattress at the corners. I want to yell. STOP GIVING ME METAPHORS FOR ALL THIS COMING UNDONE. STOP SHOVING IT IN MY FACE. This love feels like a ticking clock, but I keep resetting it to give us a little more time. I keep justifying why I don’t leave. Maybe one day, the inevitable will seem less painful than waiting. Maybe one day, I’ll actually learn how to let go.