No longer eyes, a deep blue sea abyss; instead a blank, bored stare.
No longer drowning, luscious kisses; only an obligatory one, which is hurried and quick.
No longer hand in hand, now drifting like clouds and walking moonbeams of miles apart.
No longer two hearts tied tightly on a string; only lonely and confused hearts on a noose.
No longer lingering loving touches; just pleading glances of loneliness.
 No longer dreams of us together; instead a future of unsteady uncertainty.
No longer a confident, loving wife; only a sad, lonely woman afraid of losing you.