I do have a name and an identity.
Why do you treat me like a stranger?
Do you still remember the words, “I do?”
I promised to take this walk with you.
If you want to cycle, sail and swim to your destination I will do it with you.
Why do you act like you are forced to come home?
Is this home still your happy place?
When you come home every night,
it dawns on me that we are drifting apart.
You and I have become spectators in our marriage.
Will we be able to save a chapter of our lives that brought us so much happiness?