He used to say he loved her
Everytime he saw her
But lately he only says it if she does
He used to want to hold her
With her head upon his shoulder
In a bedroom that once was filled with love
They used to laugh and tease
And say anything they pleased
But now the house is quiet as a tomb
He comes home in the evening
And sits before the T.V.
And never even knows she's in the room
Has he grown bored with her?
Has he sparked an old flame?
She could fight this enemy, if it only had a name...
November 2001
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