Lately the romance, the tingles, the sighs

Seem just out of reach of everyday life

A hug and a pat and a peck on the cheek,

No comfort at all as seen through her eyes…

She misses the spark, the crackle, the zing

Could a couple sustain it forever and ever?

Polite conversation is becoming the norm

Desperate, she searches for signs of a fling…

Always exhausted, he says it’s his job

The travel, the calls, his excessive hours

Supposedly working till he sneaks into bed

She turns to her pillow to muffle her sobs…

She weeps for lost kisses, the desire in his eyes

Nights spent wrapped in each other’s arms

With nothing but moonlight touching their bodies

When she felt like a beauty whatever her size…

Now she’s polished and toned, ears filled with his lies

She glances at him in his traitorous slumber

He mumbles a name that isn’t her own

As she brushes away tears and plots his demise…

This is a reworked post from early last year.  It was going to be romantic because it’s almost Valentine’s Day, but it didn’t come out that way! 😀