Invisible Wife

I am invisible – but yet he can see

He comes in from work – but he doesn’t see me.

He asks how the kids have been & how my was my day

Like friends we talk & with the kids we play.

The children’s sleep time is approaching fast

Bath, stories & bed – all tucked up - peace at last.

Now it’s our turn to relax & be with each other

But no, on the sofa, alone, he lays under a cover.

I sit at a distance watching TV

Wishing he will realise & turn to see me.

The odd comments are made & we sometimes share laughter,

This doesn’t feel like a “happily ever after”.

We no longer cuddle, we no longer kiss

All of these things, I need, I miss.

When we go to bed, we sleep till morning

The alarm goes off – a new day is dawning.

He leaves for work with a cold short kiss

His eyes not on me – will I even be missed?

We don’t text each other throughout the day,

One routine phone call – is that really ok?

I’ve highlighted these issues over the past few years,

Nothing changes – I’m always in tears.

He always promises things will get better,

I wait, I hold on – my eyes getting wetter.

I sob, I cry, a bit more of me inside will die.

This is part of me - I no longer let him see.

My head screams at me to run away,

My heart hurts but tells me to stay.

I watch the children from the corner of my eye,

A life without Mum & Dad is something I can’t deny.

Behind closed doors I suffer alone,

I have many friends – I can’t bring myself to phone.

No-one knows of my secret life,

The heart ache, the hurt, of being this wife.

What’s happened to our love? How do we become one?

We’re two friends living separate lives – lives without fun.

I love this man, with all my heart

It’s the hurt that makes me want to dart.

One kiss, one cuddle could mend it all,

How do I fix this? I’ve hit a brick wall.

Isolated from him - I have learnt to stay away

I wish away each horrible day.

I long for an arm to reach out and touch me in bed,

An empty space is between us instead.

3 years we have been broken,

He doesn’t show me love – not even a token.

I really don’t know how much more I can take,

Will things get better or is this my fate?

He doesn’t realise, he doesn’t see me,

A mum, a wife, a person, desperate to be free.