once upon a time
long, long ago
you were my esculent feast
at the local steakhouse
my pride and joy
the one who chose me
foolishly in love
like babes in playland
we observed the intense silence
of the couple at the next table
let’s never be like that couple
we promised each other
fast forward to now
our present filled
with forced interactions
or no talking at all
people watching until our food arrives
then our mouths busy masticating
promises were broken
our lives became mundane
we ran out of things to say
or the desire to engage
time apart offers some peace
we are that couple now
I Write Her 
Oh! This is sad, Susi. :)
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Totally agree, Aishwarya!
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🩷💯
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Beautiful poem, people change.
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Thanks so much, Diana! Yes, they do. And if we can’t grow with them, it can become that situation. Awkward and uncomfortable.
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It’s humbling as we age to realize that at times, we are not in a space to share with our partner the way we thought we could never be.
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And if in humbling you mean infuriating, yes. ;)
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Susi we haven’t become those people but I see them on occasion… It is more likely the younger couples with their noses buried in their phones!
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Glad to hear that, Val! It’s the older couples I see all too often.
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Life changes … sometimes, from good to bad … other times, from rosewood to sad …
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So very true, Ivor! Thanks!
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You’re welcome Susi
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Oh yes. I can identify.
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((hugs))
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