Every week, every month
With every passing year,
Astonishingly,the love that once felt all consuming
Slowly started to disappear.
Who is he?
She now wonders,
He looks like the guy she has photos with
The happier, carefree her.
His eyes are now different
They are cold, distant.
He says she is a nobody
He didn’t care if she stayed or if she went.
But where could she go?
She is not young
She is not bold or beautiful
She is all alone, without a caring soul.
She is stuck
Going about their lives
Stuck in the prison of their minds.
Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
Or will it end with cremation or coffin?