The space between us

Not asking where the love went.

Respect left a long time ago.

I knew love followed then.

Long before now.

The space between us.

Filled with silence.

Then flooded with frustration.

I try to have a conversation.

Not about us.

Not about the loss of love.

Not about the distance we both feel

between us.

Just a random topic.

Something to fill our ears.

Even that.

Too much.

Years of silence and hurt.

The kind you wouldn’t even try to understand.

There’s no you and me when it’s always about you.

I see what you give

To everyone around you.

Allowing the past to physically touch you, contact you,

CHORES:

Your past is still your present.

You have never left there.

Harmless to you.

forgetting about me.

I sit and watch. Like I’m not even there.

Never would my past have had that same opportunity!

I was someone before you too. But I left that girl when I married you.

When my past has crossed my path.

I stand proud in my life.

Beside you.

Who I was before you.

Never gone.

But here.

The person I am today.

With you. Not without you.

Your past is still your present.

You have never left there.

It’s okay to remember.

But leave it right there.

I wanted your present to be what you’re proud of.

I wanted to be the only woman who matters to you. The woman who has always been right beside you.

You’ve always let me disappear. It’s never mattered who or where.

CHORES:

Your past is still your present.

You have never left there.

Your past always more important than the whole life we’ve built.

The truth is

you haven’t noticed me for many years.

When it’s always about you, there is no room for me there.

You’re the one to hold that line.

Something you have never done. Something you couldn’t do for me.

Unless you made it clear it wasn’t from you, but me.

CHORES:

Your past is still your present.

You have never left there.

When it’s always about you, there is no room for me there.

I disappear.