We Sat

We sat on the couch.
It was yesterday.
We sat closely,
no pushing away.

You surprised me,
hadn't heard this before,
you told me then,
"I don't like you, no more."

Your eyes, glazed over,
your look was afar,
as you sit near me,
I know, not, where you are.

You have become,
physically mean.
Swearing and hitting,
has become your routine.

Having mixed feelings,
uncertain what to do.
Is this when I leave,
bidding you Adieu?