Maybe

I feel you slipping
from my world.
It's breaking my heart.
Sometimes you look
past me and beyond
and I know.
I can see it in your
eyes and in the way
you talk to me,
you always end up
talking to the floor, the television
the potted plant, anything
but me.
We still are, but I think
wer'e mostly not.
Just playing, biding time
until......
What?
Something better?
Someone better?
I cant be second best,
just a stopgap...
till...
Maybe things will improve.
Maybe we will be alright.
Maybe.....