Days blend together in mundane fog
we speak same chit chat
Honey, how was your day?
you stopped asking me about mine
lacking interest beyond bills and baby
what happened? where did we get lost?
a spontaneous touch along my back
or passionate kissing in our kitchen just cause
do you know that I miss you?
as days blur together admitting loneliness
becomes the futile exercise
so I stop asking what happened
reckoning day will arrive
will you notice that I am gone?
(c) Amanda Wilson 2013