I wrote this a few years ago when my relationship with my (ex) husband began to sour. I use to look at him and wonder when the man I loved disappeared. Things change...
The thing about change is that sometimes we change so much that we forget to tell the person that is supposed to be closest to us that we changed.
I don't remember when he left; I only know that the man in my bed is not the man I married. He transformed into a person I don't know; he does not resemble him in the least bit.
His face is hard and rough.
His eyes dark and deceiving.
Who is this man that stole my husband’s face?
Every night when we lay together I pray that when I wake up my sweet love will have returned.
My husband, my love, use to hold my hand and kiss my nose.
The man that shares my bed does not stop to look at me.
My husband use to stay awake just to watch me sleep.
The man that shares my bed never notices when I am not in it.
Every day I look at this man and search for the man I married.
His smile is cold and his eyes vacant when we share our bed as a man and a wife should.
What is he thinking when he looks into my eyes?
Does he know that he does not belong in that body?
Does he look at me and long for the wife he has been searching for?
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