Ceremony

She treated him with the acrity of a dull blade,

mixed with boredom and the strife of living.

She can't remember the last time; if ever, he had

brought her flowers or kissed her sweetly, nor the

last time he held her just for the glory of

the warmth of her body without intention of use;

her love, growing ever colder.

He treats her with the  acrity of a dull blade

mixed with boredom and the strife of living.

He can't remember the last time she thought

what might please him, what might he like

to turn his attention to her. He can't remember

what it was that made him want to hold her

without need leading the way. 

His love growing ever colder.

Love is a child that must be fed to survive

I watch as they both wither

and fall away.

It breaks in me.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I sometimes now go to weddings and see this coming even before the vows are expressed...
that child doesn't always last very long...we want to get rid of it as it becomes a burden.
Love does take effort on both sides...and both have to remember not for themselves, but for each other.
j.

[Corset]

Yes. Thank you J.