We were lovers first.
You made me feel beautiful, wanted.
The brief hours grew to days,
the days to weeks.
Time flowed in a stream of endlessness.

Like grew to ***.
*** to dinner.
Dinner to talking.
Talking to love.
Love to marriage.
Marriage to content.
Content to dissatisfaction.
Dissatisfaction to resentment.

The talking slowed to silence.
The company became a chore.
The smiles grew stretched.
The laughs were shorter.
The ******* a primal need.

I no longer felt wanted, beautiful.
The minutes seemed like hours,
the hours like days.
Time dropped like grains of sand.

We are merely memories.