Adaptation (a drabble)

I didn't change, so here I am.

Talking was something that we didn't much do. There were conversations, but they were the stuff of hurry and want; 'do this,' 'don't do that,' 'do those again.'

We weren't particularly religious, but prayers were offered. Curses were thrown. Fists and caresses, hurled and caught. Rope wasn't in play, but knotted were we on those cotton sheets.

We were strangers in a lover's embrace, filling an emptiness, until the emptiness grew larger than I was willing to fill.

Nothing changed, so everything did.

Here I am. Not still the same, not quite different.