She wonders



If he ever notices…



Her reality





When donning freshly cleaned clothes,



Or slipping between cool silken sheets at night



He takes her with the careless enthusiasm.



of a schoolboy…



or a john







She wonders if he ever thinks…



Of her…



At all.









She watches him stride blindly off to his world



Of elegant women and graceless buildings,



In his crisp cotton shirts,



And gently knotted ties.







At the end of the day..



He returns



Silent and aloof



His eyes sliding round her



As he goes to his den and quietly shuts the door.









And she wonders ...



if her warranty has expired….






Candida Eittreim