I sat watching you the other night
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You so mesmerized with the weekly sitcoms
I sat folding the laundry again
Remembering how it used to be
I took out another hunk of meat for dinner
I wrote out the grocery list
I washed the dishes and put them away
You changed the oil on the car
You filled out the tax forms again
You balanced the checkbook
You reminded me to send out bills I would’ve forgotten
How come we never go out anymore?
What ever happened to spontaneity?
Lost between the college and retirement funds
My hair is turning gray
Your forehead has more wrinkles
Is this what growing up is?
I tried again last night to reach you
But I was surrounded on every side
By heaps of unwashed clothes and dishes.
Used to be different
Used to be you’d rush home from work
Couldn’t wait to be with me
Share your news of the day
Or couldn’t wait to touch me and take me to bed
Yesterday you forgot to greet me at all
Is this what growing old is?
How can I explain this to you?
I miss the past.
I miss the days of staying up late and sleeping til noon.
I miss that look in your eyes when you looked at me
Where did that go to?
Your face looks the same to me
Yes, You still resemble the one I love
Do I still remind you of the days before?
Somehow along the way I became a housewife
You became a workaholic.
Two against the world
Young lovers torn asunder by life
No, not as dramatic as all that
Ours is a slow death unnoticed even by you
Little by little
Year by year we get farther away
From who we used to be
I remember and so I am unhappy
Better perhaps to forget
And accept it as a fact of life
I fantasize about my husband
And feel as if I am being unfaithful
I dream about the man you used to be
The man that held me around the waist
As I washed the dishes
The man the danced me around
And around my kitchen floors
The man that kissed me good morning
And loved me goodnight
You massaged my head when it hurt
Now you won’t even bring me an aspirin
, Only roll your eyeballs at my pain
When did cherishing and loving
Become too much of a hassle?
Something to be done only in the beginning?
In the wooing stage
That sets the tone for the marriage
Children should see parents
That do these things
Why did we stop doing them?
I still love you
Or do I love the ghost that haunts me?
You still love me
And your nice clean laundry
But do you remember who I am?