"I Don't Love You Anymore"(Herm Sherwood-Sitts) “I Don’t Love You Anymore”
By Herm Sherwood-Sitts


“I don’t Love you anymore,” she said while loading the last of her possessions into the car. He never said a word and watched as she disappeared into the setting sun.

He went on doing what he does. He was married to his job, the way a lot of men are. He didn’t pay attention to what really mattered and kept his nose to the grindstone. For sixty years he followed that white line, shifting gears, smelling the diesel and thinking of her.

She spent her sixty years looking for a man that looked at her the way he did. She never found those quiet, beautiful eyes or the gentle, calloused hands that stroked her soft body. To this day she regrets her decision to leave. Set in her stubborn ways, she never went back.

Then one night, in a snowy blizzard, the white line disappeared. There in the twisted metal and shattered glass the trucker’s life expired. He left his life savings to her. He had no one else.

As she laid the rose on his cold coffin, tears ran down her cheeks. She pictured those kind beautiful eyes and remembered the lie she told him sixty years ago when she said, “I don’t love you anymore".

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