To my dismay
I forgot I
Might not always be
Your cup of tea
That what started
In a frenzy
Might now be a fizzle
My role as the male
Has been a little simpler
And more selfish
Women so often
Do more, love more, give more
The fire from their soul
Moulds the truth of a
Relationship
In time I would be caught
For who I was
An interloper
Wanting to give my all
But oh so inadequate to do so
The fire that was needed
To raise children, provide income
Is now embers
The sparks I thought would
Warm our later years
Are just a glowing memory
Regrets lay heavily on me now
Once more I beg you
Blow the fire anew
I love you.

FXC 11/11/16