The Woman I love

I came home from work today,
I normally go straight to the pub
But today,
I had this feeling,
And I went home,
I dug out the photo album,
Photos of us when we were younger,
Happy,
Innocent,
Smiling,
She looked so beautiful,
I wanted to be that young man again,
I wanted to embrace her,
To be so in love with her
Just like I was then
I didn't want to fight with her,
I didn't want to hate her,
I loved her,
I loved her memory,
There was a whole page,
Full of photos of her,
I remember spending
Hours, painstakingly cutting out her,
And creating my own personal
Homage to the woman I loved,
Where had the love I had for her gone,
Was it thrown out amongst the wedding garbage,
Was it chipped at by our vicious arguments
Had the children gobbled it all up
Where ever it was,
I wanted it back
Suddenly the door opened,
There she stood,
Weary and wrinkled
Like an old piece of paper,
I smiled,
She was suspicious,
She saw the living room,
And shouted at me to tidy up the mess,
I looked at the young girl in the photo album
And shut the book with a sigh,
She was locked away,
Never to return,
The woman I loved,
Was gone.