I re-read your old letters
See what I took to be excitement
I read with interest
Of the love I thought I saw
We had many complications
With so many children
Yet to become grown up
But you said it would be fun
We would work
Through our complications
And with the children gone
We would have twice the fun
I sent you new letters
Tried to raise erased excitement
But I wrote with a dualistic interest
As now I also fed on our lost love
There were complications
For we grew apart
From the start we lost our sight
Forgot it could be fun
We were not inspired
To work together
Through our complications
…and with the children
All but one now gone
We have given up -
We've messed about
& pressed out all the fun
