Truth

Her dark hair 
speckled with gray
curls in her face
and contrast
the white pillow

She looks at peace
softly snoring

after all these years
my heart still
skips a beat when I see her
her hazel eyes
laughing in the sunlight
the dimples on her cheeks
so seldom seen, now

I wonder
when
or
is it where
did it go wrong?

I know
she wonders too

Neither have
the guts
to call it quits

So I’ll play in the shower
and she’ll 
just
wastes away.