Her. Him.

When she came

She stared at him

And with tears in her eyes

In utter silence

She gave him her heart

When she came

He looked at her tears

Tenderly, with affection

And wondered when

And how he'd hurt her 

Just another day

At some point, the flowers do stop coming

The party and cake orders cease

A moment you thought was special, at some point

Competes for some recognition amidst the regularity

Some people forget, some don’t bother to make that call

The number of thank yous has reduced

Like clockwork, you make coffee, eat toast and egg

And like every single day, clock in silently at nine thirty

Candles are saved for power failures, you believe

And not for silly moments of romance

You know there won’t be strawberries and champagne

When you hurry back home, knackered, at seven

The love is there, somewhere, hidden, you explain

Possibly like the gift you won’t find

It’s in the eyes or in the lines of his unclenched palms

Behind the boredom or embedded in the ageing brain

Be the goddess of the night; give him a new 'you';

The pressure’s been on for a while

You eat more greens, no grains, and retrieve the curves

 You drop sizes, go shopping and even get some makeup

That night, as you rub lotion into your tender, tired, hands

And glance at his hair you love so much

You realise that you want to love and like never before

But now you’ve become the girl no one wants to touch…