lavender laundry salts

You used to write poems

Now you only write grocery lists

In fact just deleted a list to write this

Oh the irony

The dream that is lost

Along with past lover kisses

And desire to be anything great

He told you once you'd be

You didn't believe it

So it never really happened

But happiness is not lacking

For your life has been happy thus far

Domestic bliss

Of a childless life

And yet you wonder

Late at night, when darkness overcomes you

And all you hear is the soft breathing

Of love

Of the choices you've made

Could it have been different?

Maybe not

No answer

Life is great
Go to sleep now

You must remember in the morning
To buy laundry salts after work

You just ran out of them