~We used to listen to these songs laying next to one another, now I listen while you dont.
~We used to fall asleep next to each other, now I sleep alone and you just lay beside me.
~We used to run down to the market together, now I walk alone.
~You used to carry my bags, now I struggle under my own burdens.
~We used to be head over heels, now I struggle to keep up, only skimming the surface, struggling to keep my head above water.
~ You love me, no doubt about that. I love you, certainly that isn’t a question.
~ But when the spark, the flash, turns into a sizzle… What used to be a huge explosion, is now just a dull roar… How do we get that fire back?
~ You are comfort, as I am to you. I am familiar. I want to be a little mysterious again.
Photo courtesy of Jessie.