I see your eyes and it’s a mixture of hope but mostly despair.

The lines on your face are awash of years of pain I have brought upon you.

The smile once so freely given barely reaches past the lines of your mouth.

I’ve done this to you…

The laughter is forced and infrequent

Pain is always there lurking, waiting for a time to show itself.

How do we move on? Do we?

Is this a glimpse of how our tomorrows will be?

Am I the wife you want?

Is it fear keeping you here?

We have lost ourselves in the everyday of our lives.  In the pain of our past.

We are together and apart, lonely in our everyday.

Can we bring ourselves back together?

I am scared to love you.

In all the quagmire of feelings what if in the end I am not what you need.