End of Love
I weaken at the thought
Our love has come to naught.
We were lovers those many years
Now I'm facing my worst fears.
I knew your love was cooling
And I myself was fooling
Lying in bed I softly said
'Where are you dear, come to bed.'
'I'll be there in just a minute.'
I sensed there was nothing in it.
You'd wait until my breathing
Slowed, sensing gentle heaving
As I impatient, fell asleep.
Easy then for you to quietly weep
At not wanting my embrace
The end of love hard to face.
The breaking up that had to come
As loving feelings became numb.
I stopped calling you to bed
And doubts came into my head.
Thoughts bred of another lover
Your coldness just a cover.
Should I pack up first and leave
To find a refuge, a place to grieve.
Or should one day I find you gone
And read your note, my face wan.
Drained of the blood of life
Missing my beloved wife.
Douglas Evered
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