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She doesn't love me like she use to.
I can see it in her smile.
The tender way she kissed me
Has been absent for a while.
The gentle hand that touched my cheek
And brushed the weariness away,
Has been replaced by a cold indifference,
Which felt even colder today.
She doesn't wait up for me
To make sure I'm safe and sound.
Nor cuddle up beside me
When she knows that I'm around.
She stares out from the window,
And envies the freshly fallen snow.
She doesn't love me like she used to,
And she's unaware I know.
Copyright © MMVIII Richard D. Remler
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