Where did he go?
I once knew a man who made my heart sing.
This was the man who was my everything.
When he was not in the room, my eyes would search.
When he entered it, my heart would lurch.
He would listen attentively, take care not to hurt me.
He promised me the world, said heβd never desert me.
He saw our life in me and could not disguise
his need, his want, and the love in his eyes.
Through the years we talked less, grew more distant.
Little things ended in a fight or argument.
Work, stress and long hours were most of the cause;
At once silent, then shouting, then all out wars.
Where did that man go, has his love receded?
I look back now and wonder if I was ever needed.
Where did that man go, and how could I let him?
If love has an expiry date, could I forget him?