The romance reached its peak
what a shame
We’re now steady on our feet
routine is to blame
The days of anticipation - gone
blowing in the wind
Radio no longer plays our song
quite unsettling
The dinner table gathers dust
lack of company
It was a special place for us
we toast regularly
Conversations dried up
years of famine
A constant case of hiccups
presumably genuine
Intimacy tucked away neatly
forevermore
Calls taken discreetly
another’s foot in the door
