You fell in love with the idea of me

The fresh faced girl

Who hid the dirt well enough

You fell in love with the idea

Of the woman I could become

The mother

The wife

But what if the idea was all I was?

That in the light of morning

We both saw what was left

And found it

Lacking

Lacking definition

Lacking purpose

Just

Lacking

You fell in love with the idea of me.

I don’t even know who that girl was,

Or the woman she became.

Where does that leave us?