When I look at him

He used to be my world, this quiet man who sits across from me.
In thirteen trips around the sun,
three moves across the country, he leaves us time and time again because a life at sea is "his calling, his duty".
Our future together is bleak, my heart melts for him no longer,
my knees don't get weak,
His passion replaced with passiveness, yet I silently grieve,
Because the man that I used to love, didn't fight harder for me.

Reviews

[Silver]

I love that one, sad but very powerful writing

[Blotted Ink Productions]

Details the pain of losing someone....or someone losing you. Tough...but one mans' loss is another mans' gain.