When did it happen?Did he suddenly wake up one morning and realize his life was a sham?Or did it happen little by little, day by day?
Surely, that had to be it.It’s impossible to think that a man could wake up one morning and decide he no longer loves his wife.But why was it that he couldn’t remember the day or the month or at least the season?
He gazed at her as she lay peacefully sleeping on her side of the bed – so near, yet so far – and it was then that he understood – the greatest distance that lay between them was the distance that separated them in their bed.
Your words ring true for those who love someone, but along the way one is no longer loved by the other. Perhaps it is today's obsession with self. I am beginning to believe that it is a growing curse and evolving as a wider effect on those who want to love. This is extremely well written. - Chins Up! - Bill
Dawn, my response to your poem might sound cynical, but I want you to know that I write what it made me think of. It sounds like they bought a king-sized bed. I recall my husband telling me one time that our kind-sized bed was going to ruin our marriage. <grin>
To say that I really like this would be an understatement; to say that I see sadness within these lines is true. the emotional picture you paint here is very deep and moving...as always, you witing excells