I had been warned about the changing
‘It’s not me, it’s you’. Distracted.
A lost relationship, a hidden romance,
conversation had become muffled.
Old underwear and no sex,
no effort in the way we look.
No tan, no makeup, no shaving,
trying for us is a distant task.
Time apart becomes a freedom.
Time together becomes a chore.
Our love was once rife and new,
you found someone else to turn to.
No more goodnight kisses,
after everything that’s what she misses.