You were handsome, in those days.
Perhaps it was love's eyes I saw you with,
It all becomes a confused phase.
Not that you are not handsome now,
In a very refined, distinguished,
Silver grey and knowledgeable way.
How your reading glasses
Sit jauntily under your wiry eyebrows
That have taken a life up of their own.
And yes, I was prettier too.
Not that I am not pretty now….(oh, how I laugh)
But not in that mini-skirted,
Only myself to please
And I will wear thick orange lipstick if I want to
Path that we followed when our twenties and thirties
Were still waiting to launch themselves at us.
That cosy little nest came first to distract us,
And a cheery item called a ‘mortgage' was signed on the dotted line,
And our future was sealed.
Children further welded our feet into family orientated concrete
And you and I ebbed away.
Slowly but surely.
Without noticing at first.
Love's eyes still looked on
But in a detached manner
As a relationship, so true and beautiful,
Leaving a puddle of lost hopes and dreams.
Had given way to lethargy
And fulfilment had lessened its grip,
Leaving us stranded.
An abiding love
Will always run deep.
Memories we can occasionally pull out of a drawer.
Memories we will share forever.