He didn’t see her dissolving
the joy of her diminishing
too busy with proposals, contracts,
he came home late, left early
ate food she prepared, read the newspaper
spoke only to fill a void
didn’t notice red eyes
tissues, how she slept too much
Although he thought her lazy.
She’d changed, wrapped up in nothing,
He thought, if he thought.
He was busy. Too busy.
She’d changed. He called her nasty.
In the dark, alone, she cried
feeling future days swept away
she’d never reached out before.
She didn’t reach out now.