Broken Promises

The Poet says…Coming home to a husband or wife with no love is, like coming home to emptiness. Each day you pull up to get out of the car, and all you want to do is to drive by, and never stop. He said, he loved her but they sleep in separate beds. She said I need more from you, he said I don’t want to talk about, it. She said ok, I am tired of begging for you to touch, and talk to me. He did not care, but another man who will listen to her needs and say yes.