Our passion appeared asleep, but I knew that we could awaken it.
We are near enough to touch, but have become too distant to embrace.
We had big dreams for our marraige, but spent little time fulfilling them.
My hope in us is strong, but your despair saps some of my conviction.
Yet, this morning I reached for your hand, and you didn’t push me away.
I felt those familiar embers, and the ashes of disinterest fell from your eyes.
We both smiled!
Written for Saturday Mix, Opposing Forces, from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The prompts were Asleep and Wake, Distant and Near.