I wonder, is it love that keeps me here
Or habit, being only half alive
Without your look and then not seeing clear
What it can be that bends you from my eyes.
I notice that you’ve noticed I’ve grown old
And you admire my mind, but that is not
Enough to rouse your passion, gone so cold.
Is there now another makes you hot?
You used to say love was our guiding star
To keep our ship on course for all our lives
But now I’ve no idea where you are
Or how it happens such a feeling dies.
I thought to stay for love, but as it’s true
You don’t love me, I might not now love you.
In response to Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116, “Let me not to the marriage of true minds”