Do you think of me when you lie a-bed
wrapped in the busy strands of your life
as proof against what used to be?

Do you remember the lusty, likely lad
I used to be when love and the world
were new and we were young?

Do you ever think of me in the hurly
burly of your day; do you ever long
for days less hectic when love was all?

Do you remember our plans and dreams,
dreamt in the quiet late at night, when
only we were awake and dreaming?

I am no lost lover from your past–
But your husband. Do you remember me?

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Another from my "For My Wife" folder. She is a HS English Teacher a 16 hr a day job ---