not with a bang but a whimper

I am not sad, I have moments of sadness, but I am not sad.
I am feeling almost set free.
He brushed the hair from my face today. Why am I so weak that I mistake a tender touch for love?
He only sleeps or leaves now.
I don't understand why there is no argument except when I mention that we should work things out.
I know I don't want to fight or put effort into this.
I have always known where I stand.
this is the way MY world ends, this is the way MY world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.